I’ve been here 14 hours today and am starting to get punchy. We’re all pretty tired actually. I’ve started making up lyrics to Sam Cooke’s “Another Saturday Night”. Sam wouldn’t appreciate me inserting “mothefu*” into his song, though…even if it does fit. 🙂
Yeah, so, uh, this could be going smoother.
We had to redo some backup tapes and have them shipped…instead of using FedEx, “Management” decided to use Delta Dash…the tapes are somewhere in Atlanta.
A combination of our software and their hardware caused the CD-ROM drives to shit on themselves whenever we tried to do an install. The odds of this happening are probably one-in-ten thousand…maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket.
The project manager for the disaster recovery vendor said that there’s a stripper who dances in her windows at night right across from our lab…He is full of shit…uh…at least that’s what the other guys said.
More later, Dear Reader…I smell donuts.
If you walk into the bathroom and the first thing you hear inside your head is, “Hey, where the hell is the urinal?” the next thing you hear outside your head is, “That’s the ladies room, dumbass.”