VWife called me just now, laughing her butt off. It seems that I received a legal solicitation related to my accident Sunday. Brings the term “Ambulance Chaser” to a whole new level. :rolleyes: :dubious:
I am so going to have fun telling these clowns to f(rak)k themselves. 
I know what you mean. On my trip to California, we were drinking every single night - me, GF, mom, aunts, uncle, cousins, cousins’ aunts & uncle.
Or are you talking about what you do to get through each day of her visit without committing matricide? 'Cause I’ve been there too.
Oh yeah - “Arrrgh, mateys. Avast ye on this most Piratey of days.”
Taxi, aren’t you from MN? Or is my memory really going? Someone is trying to get together a Twin Cities Dopefest if you are interested. Twin Cities Dopefest
Don’t we need to wait till after Holler Ween???
I concur on taking the test. Once you make the rounds of all the manufacturies in your region, you can open a consulting company. 
I am not having a good day. Everybody wants sumpin and they want it NOW! This is what I don’t like about supporting two separate teams AND the department head. Do I look like effin Solomon?? :dubious:
Oh, yeah, and in accordance with my mood and in honor of Talk Like A Pirate Day…
Well Blow Me (down)!
Tupug
Avast, me hearties!
I am attempting to work on the broken database today. It needs to be fully functional by Tuesday. After much digging, I found the database manual. Since no one here has a clue about this kind of database, that’s very good news. Alas, servers are down and slooooowwww today.
I had a chance to talk to someone about the position today. She had considered applying for it last time, but changed her mind after hearing some of the stories. Apparently, the director does things like reschedule meetings thirty times (OK) and doesn’t show up for meetings and blames her admin (not OK). A director who blames their admin for their failings is miserable to work with. Supposedly, the director has been talked to about that behavior. Anyway, I’m going to give it a couple of weeks and then talk to a couple of other people who’ve supported the director in the past. It doesn’t hurt that I hear the recruiter sitting behind me explaining the role a couple of times a day. What’s interesting is how the description changes slightly with each candidate.
I am being SUCH a good little pirate today. Thus far I’ve:
Now I just need to get more done on that transcript – if I don’t finish it, too bad; it’s an electronic file I downloaded, so they can just send it to someone else to complete – and finish folding the last load of laundry, change the sheets on the bed, and finish packing. I already got everything set up for Her Majesty, changed the litterbox last night and instructed Papa Tigs on the proper cleaning schedule since I am the Feline Servant in this household (I absolutely LOVE Feline Pine litter; you just scoop out and flush the tootsie rolls, stir up the rest, and give it a shake, and voilà! A box that meets even Her Majesty’s standards).
And wow, did we get lucky on the dogsitter. Papa Tigs had emailed and called Bryan, who we use when we need someone – which is rare, but he’s always been willing to do anywhere from one day to as many as we need – but this morning he called me on a morning break from a class, all frantic – Bryan hadn’t responded to the email, and when Papa Tigs tried to call him he got a “This number is no longer in service” message.
So I called the vet’s office for a recommendation, and it turns out their office manager does dogsitting on the side, plus she’s vet tech certified if we ever need medical attention delivered! As it turned out, though, no sooner had I left her a voicemail than Bryan called me – I dunno what number Papa Tigs called, but now I have the right one. But then I had a long visit with Sandy, and since the vet’s office is four blocks down the street, she can pop over any time she’s on a break or lunch, so it’s super-convenient. Plus she dogsits at her house. So next time we need them taken care of, we’re all set! We have OPTIONS, matey! Woo and hoo!
Now I should probably shut up and get back to work. I feel so virtuous!
they won’t let you, doncha know, because knitting needles are potentially lethal weapons, and you could tie someone up with the yarn… :rolleyes:
I thought it was because you could knit an Afghan…
What’s wrong with yarrrrn?
Actually, I hate to disappoint you, but knitting needles are permitted, as are tiny scissors and other lethal knitting implements. I’ve been carrying knitting on board for several years now. The first couple times I took the printout from the TSA page authorizing them, but nobody cared, so now I just pack 'em and don’t worry about it. Besides, I use circular needles made out of resin, so they really couldn’t do much damage. Even to myself. Even if I tried. Trust me, the plastic knives that they used to give you when they’d give you a fake meal are more lethal. :rolleyes:
But I may have to get that yarrrn t-shirt for next year’s Sept. 19!
I am very grrrrrrrrrr right now.
Never mind the two women in my doctor’s waiting room who apparently thought everyone there wanted to hear about their coupon cutting exploits (in my head I kept yelling “shutupshutupshutupshutupshutup!”)
My Very Own Annoying CowOrker[sup]TM[/sup], in an effort to better understand why she keeps getting the same errors back, has been asking questions all day on why this is done that way or why can’t it be done the other way. That’s not so bad - she asks, she’ll learn (hopefully). What has me grrrrrrr is that she didn’t like one of my answers. I explained why in this case the agency is not entitled to commission, but she wanted to give them commission on this account, so she asked the supervisor (but neglected to mention that she’d already aksed me) and presented it in such a way that supervisor could only agree with her (the supervisor doesn’t do this day to day and often asks me to remind her of the established policies). Hey! MVOACO! If you don’t like my answers, don’t ask me! Get it wrong and have it counted against you!
Avast me mumper mateys! Da bear be home from da brewry. He be postin’ quick like then [del]swabbin’[/del] mowin’ the back yaaaaarrrrrrrd!
I’m convinced. Ok I already was convinced just wanted some input. I am takin’ the test tomorrow. I’ll call out in the morning. I am scheduled to work on Saturday so I don’t see callin’ out to go take the test to be a big deal.
Alright, off to mow me mateys! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Har!
Aside from the yarrrrn, which is really more of DH’s department as he knits and I don’t, my life lately has been filled with arrrrrrrgh.
Here’s my patented recipe for data disaster:
Mix together:
2800 users
800 servers
A new operating system on those 800 servers.
New password complexity requirements that are different than what’s defined by enterprise policy.
Abolishment of popular access methods like telnet.
Removal of popular login credential methods.
Bake at 350 for 55 minutes or until toothpick comes out cleanly. Hide it. (The cake, not the toothpick)
Tell nobody what you just cooked up. For heaven’s sake, do not tell the users that they need to change how they log in, and only leak it to Security and assorted other system administrators seven days before you plan to do it. Feign amazement that anyone could dare be annoyed at you for not warning anyone.
I tell you, it’s amazing that I have any hair left. Truly amazing. We’ve at least been able to get them to bake this nasty cake in parts so there’s a modest chance that the users can be alerted and the security teams can get their new access to the servers working.
On a lighter note - a few weeks ago, the email at DH’s employer was shut off. The root cause was that the boss’ PC was infested and blasting out massive amounts of junk so their ISP cut off their access. I took the PC home and all but rebuilt it - it was about four years out of date on Windows updates and had no antivirus protection.
DH calls today, saying they’re cut off again. Seems the boss was fooling around on Viruspace, err, MySpace last night. :smack: Idiot! Guess I’ll have to see if they can crack loose a few hundred bucks to set them up with a hardware firewall. That or take the PC and give him a Mac.
OK, I just spoke to my sister – she, my father and my mother are now physically seated on the airplane at JFK.
They should be underway in about 30 minutes, and land here in about 11 hours. Then there’s an ambulance arranged to take my mother straight to the hospital.
I’ll be at the airport to oversee things (well, more like overhear by phone, and step in and knock some desks over if necessary,) and help either dad or sis with the luggage and transportation (the other will go in the ambulance with my mom.)
Then we’ll see…
BTW, this means I won’t be able to take the night shift this time – somebody will have to step in for me
Arrgh, me mateys!
Avast me hearties and haul up on the mizzenmast! I think that’s about as piratey as I can get. It’s probably all wrong anyway.
So, as you can see by my early (for me) posting time, I’m home today. I spent a good portion of today speaking to RAAAAAALPH. I don’t know why. I felt sort of yucky yesterday, but it wasn’t all that bad. About 3:00 this morning I woke up having to run to the bathroom.
I slept for about an hour and a half, then had woke up again puking.
At any rate, this kept up for several hours. Now, I think I’m past it, but I just feel worn out. Unfortunately, I promised my daughter I’d take her to a restaurant to meet with her advisory class. The whole family is going, so I’m trying to get myself to feeling somewhat human. I’ve managed to take a shower, finally.
Got a load of laundry going too…
I meant to add that I’m keeping **ems’ ** Da and Special One’s mom in my thoughts.
Before I get caught up, I just wanted to share the news. **FCD ** will have his surgery on Monday. Apparently a slot came open at the hospital, so we got in waaaaaaay sooner than we expected.
I plan to be a nervous wreck until it’s all over and he’s home recovering. All good thoughts will be gratefully appreciated.
Stoopit surgery…
Yar!
I was home from work today - long story short, I had a drs. appt. for a severe sinus infection and just decided I felt entirely too awful to go in today (I’d been suffering the past few days with it, unfortunately). I’ve taken one dose of the antibiotic so far, but will have another 2 doses in me before I go to work tomorrow, so hopefully I’ll be feeling more personable by then.
Rebo, there was a video on comcast.net about a 12 foot gator eating some -snorkeler’s- hand!!! I couldn’t watch it and don’t have a link to it … but the first thing I thought of was your snorkeling expedition and that gator! Better not let your hubby see that video, btw.
My brother’s sister-in-law got married last night in Las Vegas, and they broadcast the wedding live on the internet! I was supposed to watch it online, but the sinus infection had kicked me last night and I was resting with a cold compress so missed it. 
But my brother said that the transmission worked out fine.
Okay, that’s all I got for today. Except I’m glad to finally be feeling a bit better - and it’s awful to be sick on your birthday.
Best wishes for FCD’s surgery, FCM! I know his doctor will do a great job, but I understand your nervousness. Please let the MMP know how it goes; since I will be away from my computer for a few days, I’ll depend on snowbunny to keep me informed. The good thing about it happening so quickly is that it gets it over with more quickly – waiting can be the hardest part!
Papa Tigs has had fun the last couple of days – he got to spend an absolutely ginormous amount of money on new computers and BlackBerrys. We’re talking seven figures plus! :eek: Apparently they really do trust him…I tried to persuade him to throw in one for me, too, but for some reason he didn’t think that would be a good idea. :dubious:
I think I’m about 95% packed and ready to go. Just a few last things to slip in here and there. Of course, I haven’t made much progress on this transcript, but oh well. Like I care. :rolleyes:
I guess I should go back to pretending to work on it, at least till suppertime. Which will be very soon, I do believe.