Friday, February 04, 2005
Adventure 4: 4th February 2005
Reet, it's Friday "Dress (scruffy) Down" day and I'm all alone...this week has truly shown the self serving nature of people...(me included).
So we're rolling out Active Directory, to this site, 400 ish users within these walls are having their world turned upside down, shaken, spat at and then reassembled... boy they don't know what pain is (but they're about to find out). Pillock Systems the consultants charged with the migration (I've the joyous task of being involved with the subsequent consolidation project woopee do!) have been sauntering around looking very professional, having meetings and saying "yeah we really should touch base" and other really professional, consultant type things..not completely sure they're in full posession of what it is they're doing but I may be wrong.
09:00 Been in about 20 minutes, Brent is here looking at some sculdugorous web site about models. What makes it worse is they're the sort of troll, elf, warrior models and not the type that go about scantily clad, (now there's an idea...). No one else seems to be about...so I get myself a coffee and read my mail, my yahoo mail, some mail that was left in an intray, followed by last weeks daily mail...yup I'm feeling energised and incentivised this morning...
Truth is I have a banging sinus headache (so much so that I actually don't care if I spelt that right or not!!)
10:00 head is a bit better, the nurofen I took about 2 hours ago, seem to be in full swing now. Checking the SVM (a natty bit of kit that is sort of a SAN but not, it's like the clever bit of a SAN without the storage and it allows you to do snapshots and stuff www.storeage.com for further details) and all looks well, the backup kicks in, bugger it's running another full instead of the differential I told it to run...yeah I told it I know I did, just neglected to included it in the script doh !!!
11:00 Ok the "FULL" backup is still running...The Silver Fox is on the blowa, "can I come round and bother you lots about stuff..." he says (well no ok he didn't but that was the upshot ;-), "yeah ok, fag first ?" thinking I'll get in first, "No just been for one" he says...what !!?? and he hasn't asked me ?...so I go down on my own...it's lonely out there you know..., Jean's there..she'll say "Hiya" then not say anything at all for the duration of my smoke...She quickly walks away and a strange man comes in to the bus shelter (our smoking hut)..."Hillo", he says, "Vere is ze sunshine goink", he continues, "Great I think a bloody foreigner talking about the weather"...see it isn't just the British, and he's German too...holding back the "we won the war, so don't talk about or weather" thought that was rattling around in side my brain, I exchange pleasentries, he's ok, but will insist on telling me who he's working with and how long he's over for etc etc...he stopped short of telling me what hotel and room number, so I make my excuses and leave...phew...
12:00pm Quiet Rob has appeared...a bit like zebberdee from the magic roundabout but without the boooiinnng!!! He's talking to me about the SAN and what's going on downstairs with Pillock Systems, you know I could be bothered to talk to him.......I just cant though....
12:30pm Brent has spent the last hour telling me how tired he is and everyone else...so far I haven't cracked...I haven't asked him why...then all of a sudden he just says "well that's it I didn't get home from here until midnight last night, so I'm going home now..", damn! I think and I never even asked him...
Cazza DramaNotaCrisis, is on the hunt for someone to sort out a problem that isn't hers to do with USB sticks and laptops..somehow I've managed to get lumbered. Worst thing is, that the people who need me to fix the problem for them, won't let me anywhere near their machines because they're busy planning a conference for 120 delegates...the irony of that is that these 120 problematic memory sticks are for that conference...so I throw my hands up in the air and resort to something more productive...fag, coffee, web surf, mail,wwww .... nearly said it phew...
Blimey is that the time...I'm outa there, lunch time....Wife is suprisingly in a good mood today...don't understand it, so I check my calendar (the secret one with little * by relevant dates that tell me whether I should go home at all...yup we're safe, this could be a pucker good mood, not a calm before a storm "you didn't pick your socks up" storm, a genuine, good mood, one to be savoured...now then what can I get away with...Damn no football on tonight....
14:00 Lunch is over, back at my desk...what's this no network, now I could offer to help or I could be like everyone else and start phoning the helpdesk and complaining about network speed, but I do the only decent thing to do...finished speaking with the helpdesk...apparently they're inundated with calls and can only spend 10 seconds telling me what's wrong ....grreat...must remember where that lead I unplugged is for future reference...hmmmm.
Brent has gone home, so it's quiet...too quiet...Now at this point I'm between the devil and the deep blue sea, guilt has overtaken me, should I make an attempt to complete my documentation or should I not.....best to do a bit...so I do...five minutes later the phone rings..."fag....???"
So we're rolling out Active Directory, to this site, 400 ish users within these walls are having their world turned upside down, shaken, spat at and then reassembled... boy they don't know what pain is (but they're about to find out). Pillock Systems the consultants charged with the migration (I've the joyous task of being involved with the subsequent consolidation project woopee do!) have been sauntering around looking very professional, having meetings and saying "yeah we really should touch base" and other really professional, consultant type things..not completely sure they're in full posession of what it is they're doing but I may be wrong.
09:00 Been in about 20 minutes, Brent is here looking at some sculdugorous web site about models. What makes it worse is they're the sort of troll, elf, warrior models and not the type that go about scantily clad, (now there's an idea...). No one else seems to be about...so I get myself a coffee and read my mail, my yahoo mail, some mail that was left in an intray, followed by last weeks daily mail...yup I'm feeling energised and incentivised this morning...
Truth is I have a banging sinus headache (so much so that I actually don't care if I spelt that right or not!!)
10:00 head is a bit better, the nurofen I took about 2 hours ago, seem to be in full swing now. Checking the SVM (a natty bit of kit that is sort of a SAN but not, it's like the clever bit of a SAN without the storage and it allows you to do snapshots and stuff www.storeage.com for further details) and all looks well, the backup kicks in, bugger it's running another full instead of the differential I told it to run...yeah I told it I know I did, just neglected to included it in the script doh !!!
11:00 Ok the "FULL" backup is still running...The Silver Fox is on the blowa, "can I come round and bother you lots about stuff..." he says (well no ok he didn't but that was the upshot ;-), "yeah ok, fag first ?" thinking I'll get in first, "No just been for one" he says...what !!?? and he hasn't asked me ?...so I go down on my own...it's lonely out there you know..., Jean's there..she'll say "Hiya" then not say anything at all for the duration of my smoke...She quickly walks away and a strange man comes in to the bus shelter (our smoking hut)..."Hillo", he says, "Vere is ze sunshine goink", he continues, "Great I think a bloody foreigner talking about the weather"...see it isn't just the British, and he's German too...holding back the "we won the war, so don't talk about or weather" thought that was rattling around in side my brain, I exchange pleasentries, he's ok, but will insist on telling me who he's working with and how long he's over for etc etc...he stopped short of telling me what hotel and room number, so I make my excuses and leave...phew...
12:00pm Quiet Rob has appeared...a bit like zebberdee from the magic roundabout but without the boooiinnng!!! He's talking to me about the SAN and what's going on downstairs with Pillock Systems, you know I could be bothered to talk to him.......I just cant though....
12:30pm Brent has spent the last hour telling me how tired he is and everyone else...so far I haven't cracked...I haven't asked him why...then all of a sudden he just says "well that's it I didn't get home from here until midnight last night, so I'm going home now..", damn! I think and I never even asked him...
Cazza DramaNotaCrisis, is on the hunt for someone to sort out a problem that isn't hers to do with USB sticks and laptops..somehow I've managed to get lumbered. Worst thing is, that the people who need me to fix the problem for them, won't let me anywhere near their machines because they're busy planning a conference for 120 delegates...the irony of that is that these 120 problematic memory sticks are for that conference...so I throw my hands up in the air and resort to something more productive...fag, coffee, web surf, mail,wwww .... nearly said it phew...
Blimey is that the time...I'm outa there, lunch time....Wife is suprisingly in a good mood today...don't understand it, so I check my calendar (the secret one with little * by relevant dates that tell me whether I should go home at all...yup we're safe, this could be a pucker good mood, not a calm before a storm "you didn't pick your socks up" storm, a genuine, good mood, one to be savoured...now then what can I get away with...Damn no football on tonight....
14:00 Lunch is over, back at my desk...what's this no network, now I could offer to help or I could be like everyone else and start phoning the helpdesk and complaining about network speed, but I do the only decent thing to do...finished speaking with the helpdesk...apparently they're inundated with calls and can only spend 10 seconds telling me what's wrong ....grreat...must remember where that lead I unplugged is for future reference...hmmmm.
Brent has gone home, so it's quiet...too quiet...Now at this point I'm between the devil and the deep blue sea, guilt has overtaken me, should I make an attempt to complete my documentation or should I not.....best to do a bit...so I do...five minutes later the phone rings..."fag....???"
# posted by cre8 @ 7:41 AM 
