Saturday, March 19, 2011

Holy sun, the crap is out!

I am not quite all the way awake this Saturday morning, so naturally I quickly figured the best thing to do would be to start writing every random thing I can think of and post it on my blog where it will remain forever and ever.

I got up to get my coffee this morning and immediately knew something was wrong.

In Oregon, it rains every year anywhere between 360 and 366 days. Now, I knew my fellow Portlanders were getting a little weary of this and I scheduled work for this Saturday, so that the sun would come out.

(I actually have magical powers, including being able to make it rain by forgetting an umbrella and sunny by forgetting sunglasses.)

In fact, that is how I first remembered that I have to go in to the office today, from the unnatural yellow hue outside.

I have to go into work, because there are some incredibly sensitive and mission critical tasks to be done that I can only do during off business hours, such as turning the server off. Also, turning it back on.

Luckily they are state of the art Microsoft servers, so turning them off and back on will only take between 5 minutes and 6 hours, depending on how sunny it gets.

There will also be some heavy lifting, as I bought four new servers last week and they weigh over 8,000 pounds total (individually though, they are only about 5,000 pounds a piece.)

So I am going to definitely need the assistance of at least one other grown human who would rather be out in the sun and possibly even one Corgi.

I am not really complaining about having to work on a Saturday. I know I am fortunate to have a job in this economy. And computers are actually very rewarding and enjoyable at times. They have forced me on many occasions to learn just how capable and inventive I can be, such as being forced to invent several new cuss words.

But computers are still the heart of business or life blood or something red is the point and they are not going to go anywhere anytime soon.

And as frustrating as they may be, they are nowhere near as surly and difficult as my 18 year old son that I am trying to wake up to go into the office with me. We need to hurry, this sun isn't going to last forever.

1 comment:

  1. thanks for the laugh; hope your math skills improve as the day goes on and the gallons of caffeine go in...The sun won't last but the son will.