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The scheduled repairs from the outcome of our 2-month builder's interview was scheduled for Wednesday and my wife asked that I take the day off so she wouldn't have to be in the house alone with what turned out to be a team of tile guys, an electrician, and a plumber. I sat here, where I am sitting now, for 12-hours trying to keep up with the suddenly demanding schedule at work. I deployed a new software system to all our production boxes via a perl script. That is, except the boxes I didn't have accounts on. Or expired passwords. That evening stuffed 2500 envelopes with a team of 10-people at the liquor store to prepare for mass mailing to all registered voters who didn't sign the prohibition petition. Politically, this thing is getting way out of hand. More information comes to the surface every day about what types of people we're dealing with. Funny how dirty people will play all the while playing their 'morality' card. These people are as filthy as any I've ever seen, and I can't help but think how had they kept their religious aspirations to themselves, they might never have been caught. We worked late into the night, then I had to finish another project at work, so I logged in and didn't get to bed until 0100.

0700 came awfully early. I had to go to a ribbon cutting ceremony for a new liquor store which recently opened its doors, hosted by the co-founder of http://annaalcoholrepeal.com , the prohibitionists. Awfully humorous. Pulled into work and these two assholes (see previous post) parked on the center line, taking up two parking spots each, to not dent their cars (I assume). With nowhere else to go, and filled with righteous anger as this was the third day in a row, I pulled my vehicle right between them, then reported them to security. Lots still to do at work, so my boss buys me a Monster to keep going. I am Popeye, and those are my cans of spinach. Seriously. I wound up to about a thousand degrees Kelvin and unleashed fury on my workstation. I was all set to leave as soon as I got a chance, but that chance never came. More things piled up. They always do. I left at 1800 with the promise of not having to come in Friday if I finished a new script and deployed to all the development boxes for testing.

Now, a word about my son's teacher. I love that teachers are now online. I can email them. I love emailing them. Its so...easy. First, a little something about me. I'm a literal person. Very literal person. A couple weeks ago, we rec'd a sheet of paper explaining that we would pick "someone famous" (from a pre-approved list of famous people) for our son to portray at the Living Museum they would be hosting at the school. Also, the parents would be asked to assist with the costume. No problem. A week later, we received a note telling us that our son was going to be Neil Armstrong from the list of three potentials we'd chosen. Very exciting. A week later, we get a note instructing us to have our son's costume ready by the end of the week.

Excuse me?

I fired off another email, and she graciously played back every thing I just told you, reminding me that I had three weeks to prepare for this.

Bullshit. We found out only two weeks ago which character he was to portray, and in my small, literal mind, "assisting with the costume" does not translate into creating it from conception to production. My wife was livid! She thought we might be able to make a "jumpsuit" from his navy blue sweat pants & shirt, if I could find a NASA patch. Brilliant idea! Unfortunately, finding an online store which both HAD the NASA seal patch, AND offered overnight delivery was an unsuccessful waste of time. Back to the drawing board. With two days to go, she pulls out his Stormtrooper costume, and I root around some unpacked boxes for my old military patches, rank, etc. A little magic sizing & safety pins later, we have what I am quite sure will be a passable character costume, and it far surpasses his teachers suggestion of "wrapping his arms with trashbags." O. M. G.



I had some dinner, played with the kids, read to them, put them to bed, and started coding. At 0100, I lost my VPN session. Support says, "Sir, you're not having an outage - you're just not getting a signal. I'll get a tech out there tomorrow for you." Its not an outage. IF I HAVE NO INTERNET ACCESS, ITS AN OUTAGE! She wants to send a tech out. I explain to her that there are always interruptions in service between midnight and 0700, and I'm 100% positive it will magically start working sometime in the next six hours despite her protestations that its 'not an outage.'

By the time I finish this entry, it's back up.

I hate people.

I really do.

At least I got my script finished and pushed. I'm going to go grab four hours of sleep before my boys recitation of his script. I told him I'd be there.
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