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azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Paperwork today was weird, since there was little to no actual work going on yesterday. There was a training class, and there were inbounders doing their thing, with a little of outbound dialing from them on the paper jobs (most of the surveys are on the computer, and that computer was b0rked), but otherwise nothing.

Midway through the morning, I wound up in the front admin office answering phones and being available when the phone would ring while the Princess was on the line with somebody. I was going through the damn DB deleting duplicate records, dammit. I figured I could do that as well in there as in my usual little hole.

Then I got shanghaied into helping decorate for Turbo's farewell-and-birthday party. I distributed balloons. There was a ton of pizza, a huge cake, and a crowd. Turbo is a popular guy. I got pictures (some of which have already been posted). His farewell speech: "So long, and thanks for all the fish." There was a roar of laughter, which surprised him. Most of it was coming from the geek contingent on his side of the room. He hadn't thought that as many people knew that series as actually did.

I signed his farewell card. "It's been a pleasure working with a hoopy frood like yourself."

I got a hug.

It was time to clean up, and Pink Shirt Guy suggested that I take the balloons and put them in Turbo's cube. I was down with that. I cleaned them up invisibly (without giggling), and got them back to his cube. I was going to go for the levitating mouse effect, but alas, there was no tape available, and the mouse was too slippery to nest in the tangle of ribbons. So I stuck all his whiteboard markers together and had those weight the balloons down in midair.

Eventually, the box with the surveys on it was restored to communication with the rest of the network. I finished my paperwork and banged away some more on the DB.

I brought a box of fudge in, and distributed some. I clearly need to bring enough for the whole class, because I was just distributing it to a few people, and that was sad.

There were system problems this afternoon before everything was finally up, but it was different things.

I was starting to fall asleep around 4. I actually made it past then, because I wound up running my end of the TPS reports that the supervisors couldn't do on Tuesday night. Yay, me.

Then I cut out my rubber car mats before actually going home. Also yay me.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
9:13 AM 2/15/2007
I really do hate having nightmares. Evidently being cut off from my friends and having someone's cake blow my brownies up is nightmare material. Even though it wasn't actually the cake. The guy asked me, "Can you watch my cake for me?" and I made room in the box for the cake and watched with pleasure as he put it in there. And then the box blew up and the manager of the grocery store was asking me what had happened and I realized that when he was putting the cake in there, the cake was placed on top of the bomb he had put in there, and I was trying to whisper this to the manager, and I couldn't say it in a public place and I was trying to get either him to listen to a whisper or else a private office, but he was half-deaf and couldn't understand that I needed to tell him in private. And no one could get in touch with D, which was immensely scary because it was one of those "you must contact the proper authorities" situations, and the proper authorities were out of contact. Scary. (Of course, calling the police never occurred to anyone.)

9:57 AM 2/15/2007
I resent that I have to leave work early in order to pick up the car. But, then, I will have my Vash-san back! Hooray! I will call the auto place when I'm on break or something, and arrange to be picked up at 4, maybe, and that won't be too much time snagged out of my day. And then it'll be Anime Night at home! We'll be starting a new disk of Bleach.

10:00 AM 2/15/2007
Wuh-oh. Looks like the outside connectivity just went out. Thankfully, the exchange server is in the building. Hee, hee.

10:03 AM 2/15/2007
I turn my streaming music player off when leaving the room, to avoid wasting bandwidth.

10:41 AM 2/15/2007
Catching up with the TPS Reports. I'd let them go because I don't technically need to have them all entered until Monday, so when my day is short on time and it's not a Monday, they're the first thing to go.

I need to poke Turbo about the bloody phone in the room. Management says there needs to be one in here, so there should be one in here, and that means that Turbo needs to install it. He's probably going to dump it on the desk, snarl, shove a cord into a hole in the wall, and present me with a book and tell me to RTFM.

10:58 AM 2/15/2007
Turbo has been poked. No idea when he's going to get back to me. Management claims that she asked him a month ago. I'm not surprised that she doesn't have priority, because while she's Management, she's also Not Geek. I'm Geek.

11:24 AM 2/15/2007
Played phone tag with Management. Saw Turbo over there. He's on an upgrade run around the building.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
There are three ladies on Dayshift. I was wandering past as one of them was introducing herself to the respondent. I did a double-take. "We've got to get you a new name," her neighbor commented.

I did hear it right, then. I doubled over laughing. We're not supposed to use "famous person names" as pseudonyms on the phones. However, there's a certain class of famous person name that can go partially undetected for quite a while.

Yes, one of the dayshift phone-goons-pulled-to-assist is interviewing as Jenna Jameson.

Evidently the first person to utterly crack up and lose it when he heard the name was Turbo. I now have a Reputation at work. Not that I didn't before, but I've sort of added to my legend, because I know who Jenna Jameson is (though I've actually never seen any of her films).

Snitch

Oct. 20th, 2006 01:27 am
azurelunatic: "LJHS Computer Club: basically, we rule the goddamn planet" (LJHS computer)
I happened to be in the bullpen yesterday when Turbo called for me. I'd submitted a helpdesk ticket about an issue -- there's this disappearing program that he's had to install several times.

He asked me to please keep an eye out for anything I thought might be out of the ordinary -- anything that could cause damage to the program. Even if it was a denizen of the bullpen deleting the program, he wanted me to tell him. "Ordinarily I wouldn't ask you to snitch..." he said.

"I'm IT!!" I said indignantly, then amended myself. "Well, I'm IT in training. But."

He'd known I'd grok it. Ordinarily, the bullpen is a very internally cohesive environment. We stick by each other and cover for each other in the event of other departments being annoyed. However, there are some things that automatically transcend bullpen loyalty, and one of those things is end-users messing with bits of systems that they have no business messing with. I'm geek. There is no question of where my loyalties lie if things go down.

Well, perhaps the bullpen is operating without a clue, but Turbo knows. He wouldn't be asking me to poke at ports on boxen otherwise, even though I didn't quite know what he was asking or how to do it this time. I'd already come up with a list of the machines that were suffering from a particular problem a couple months ago, and I'd filed a ticket about it then. It didn't get through somehow, but I dug it up and re-sent it, and that prompted the further task. I think I saved him a lot of work anyway. There's a bit of a VNC problem. "The monitoring system" still works on the afflicted boxen. (I just learned the proper name for it. Hooray telnet fun.) So supervisors needing to see into an afflicted box are going to have to coordinate with monitors. Joy.

His ghost server is still on the blink, so profiling a dragged-in machine for the training room for me (and getting my recovered data) are both nasty little tasks. Fortunately, I have that spare HD that I can just leave in his custody. (And, since I'm not dumb, my name's on it.)

Hooray, geeking in the workplace.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
There is a virtual pair of shorts in the computer that developed a disk read error. I consulted with Turbo before attempting to pull a BVD Drive joke, because he said that while he's down with pranks, he needs to know about them. Of course, this rather cramps one's style when one has to OK one's pranks with the person who will be the recipient of said pranks.

But I asked anyway. "If I were to be pulling a random weird prank..."
"Don't!!! ...I remember your first prank on me."
"But that wasn't even on you!"
"Exactly."

So instead of an actual pair of Batman boxers in the random machine with the persistent disk read error, there is a piece of paper with an [livejournal.com profile] efw-style drawing of a pair of polka-dotted boxers and a description of the prank that would have been if he'd cleared it.




Did I mention that Turbo was still here? The geeks were gone by the time I got in with the treats, but when the remote login failed authentication, Turbo came back. And then there were the run-time errors all over the building that demanded personal adjustment. He came back in by 8am and was here until 6pm. Poor guy.
azurelunatic: "My user interface is pastede on (yay)": scenes from an Access database that is not working so well.  (ui)
Yesterday at work was kind of dire. I whipped up a display spreadsheet at Snarky Lady's request, something to show how some of the scores were arrived at. Then I worked on the database. There was trial and error with things, and I will be doing things to this off and on for probably the rest of the month, unless the Database Guy gets involved.

I think this means that I'll have to start bringing some of my old textbooks to work with me for a little light reading.

Also, Malfoy Senior's UI request involved a lookup table.

I got so pissed off trying to deal with times in access that I figured out that they're stored as hours divided by 24 and just started importing them like that instead of trying to force them into a proper date format. Snarky Lady may think that we do not want to do any more calculations based on them, but she is wrong. We do. Besides, forcing them to import as text is a bitch and a fucking half.

The upshot of all this was that I was in a perfectly vile mood pretty much all evening long, and wound up almost snapping at the Sweetheart Trainee when she was trying to understand the completely optional spreadsheet I wrote us. I also blew off Rev. Not-So-Nice Super when he wanted help with editing. That's not very much like my ordinary work behavior. I am contemplating the use of muffins to attempt to soothe ruffled feathers.

Today, I fill in for Ponytail Dave, and therefore I get to work his shift. 2pm has it all over noon as an arrival time. I have done laundry, shuffled things around the stereo, and might even vacuum just because.

I have a couple working queries, at least. I can get "people who have worked over 4 hours on the job" (which is a staple of later queries to come), "people with any time on the old break screen", "people with over two minutes on the old break screen", and "people with fifteen minutes or more on the old break screen". Now to force it to display with something like hours instead of the hours/24 format.

[livejournal.com profile] hcolleen is borrowing Allegra for her early trips to work where she has to sit and wait. Much better than paper and pen. Tigereye-zombie's dodgy power situation makes her not the ideal choice to take with. She needs battery replaced anyway. I told Turbo a bit about my hobby situation over the weekend, and he mentioned that he had a few spare similar model bits spare. (Ah, geeking out with cute guys at work. He opened the door for me, too, in a nice move of chivalry.) It is like my ordinary phone center supervisor dull life got replaced with a geek's life.

Also yesterday was the thing where almost all the machines from 47-114 could not find their roaming profile. I managed to interrupt a nice-sounding BS session between Turbo and two of the newer geekboys by the simple process of appearing in Turbo's field of vision with an unhappy-stressed-face. I explained the problem briefly, he followed me without argument (instead of the "I'll be right there" that someone else might have gotten) and was entirely boggled by the issue. I might have Turbo wrapped around my little finger, but I am going to be careful with this and not abuse it.

Hooray flylady. I was poking around in the closet, realized that it would be way easy for me to go overboard and then burn out on housework, popped out, and set the stove timer for 10 minutes. And in 10 minutes, the closet is something approaching livable, with the roomie's silk shirts hung up happily, the box of winter clothes found space for on the floor standing up on end, and the top of my dresser free for laundry use again.

I think I prefer my green tea very strong and cold, instead of steaming hot and weaker. Good to know. It is also a nastily bitter brew like this, but no worse than coffee.

*bounce*

Jun. 10th, 2006 10:41 pm
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (best friends forever)
Like I said from AzureGhost, my body finds it very easy to get addicted to exercise, and I will try to continue exercising through "ooo, more is better, right?" even past my body giving the "Um, food now!" signals. I figure that I did about 50 minutes on the funkystairstepper and then ten assorted more on the other weight machines, doing the fronts of my legs, my pecs, and my arms. Fortunately, I caught myself as my body was giving the beginning warning signals, so all continues good in Lunatic-land, without any crashing.

Someone left machines logged in as admin, wide open. I e-mailed my contact in the department mentioning this (I shut down or locked as appropriate), no cc. I have geek loyalty, and telling anyone else of note that this happened is not the way to go. I signed the note "Joan, dammit". I let select people in the bullpen know, because it is something that needs to be watched out for, but one e-mail to Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek should be sufficient to "handle" it so far as we are concerned. I also told Stressy College Chick about watching out for phone goons with USB drives plugged in to the machines, and how this is not appropriate, first because they shouldn't be mucking about with the machine, and second because of the hazard of bootable disks with exploits.

After working out came laundry. Hooray laundry. I can multitask with laundry and shower at the same time. Yay, laundry and shower. Then dishes. Now bedtime. Hooray bedtime. Even though now that I have eaten and showered, my body is all "hey, can't we go play again?"

This is in addition to walking to work today.

Conversation with Darkside was very nice and warm. I was not expecting a conversation of such length, given that I'd interrupted him. He caught me when I was going to say goodbye, and inquired about my day at work. This had the (perhaps unintended) effect of melting me... He doesn't tend to ask this question, and it surprised me. Um. He cares?
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
    little things.. )
  • Discovered that the spreadsheets may not be moved, as they employ absolute addressing, not relative addressing, in a whole nest of related spreadsheets, and I don't know how to get it out.

  • had fun with $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB )

  • Utter panic-scene when computers randomly began to reboot themselves after unzipping something. Panic, chaos, disorder, and downtime. I was just about cussing. The "something" proved to be a Cisco Security Agent update file. We lost a couple surveys. Dammit.

  • At length I was allowed to go back and finish training. Rather bizarre.

  • The lady who upset everyone's April Fool's Day has been calling in every two days or so. She called while I was in the office. This, appropriately enough, was right on top of a discussion about the "NEVER" individuals -- such as "Mike JONES!" and the One-Man Bald Nudity Crusade. It is fortunate for us all that the One-Man Bald Nudity Crusade does not call the workplace. Many people fight with the vending machines. Not many people claim that the vending machine companies are conspiring with the workplace to steal people's money. Even fewer declare that it is better to do business with drug dealers (because they give you what you pay for).

  • The Queen Bee hugged us all goodbye. She is one of those people who is a lot easier to get along with if you're working directly with her, because she does not come off well in limited indirect contact, especially when she is just initiating contact to reprimand.

  • I didn't get to take my break until after 3:30.

  • My elder clone's boyfriend turned 40 today! Hooray, him!


I came back early from break and BSed a bit with my elder clone, who was in the copy room working on a project. Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek blew past us, and said "Joan, dammit." Intrigued, I followed him out to the bullpen, where he proved to be installing the Flash player I had asked about on one of the computers.

Work outsources dinner en masse, with all of us ordering from one place at a time and pitching in our share of the cost of the total order, and sending one person to get it all. Unfortunately, not all of us have all of the menus of all of the places memorized, and some places (like Wendy's) have their menus locked up needing Flash player to see the stuff. Computers are without said player. I privately e-mailed Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek, asking (unofficially) if he could please put that on the bullpen computers, though I could see why if that wasn't possible.
I am going to owe him. He's been calling me "Joan, dammit" because of this -- but it's on that computer now. It's not going to be on all of them, but that one machine has it installed. All of our menu-related needs are to be taken care of over there. Score!

I was horizontal for a while after I came home, but then I went and worked out. Someone was on my funkystairstepper favorite machine, so I did arm stuff, then hit the exercise bike until she was done. I got in at least a half-hour, maybe a whole hour. I didn't check the time when I got in. At least 10 minutes on the bike, then 20 on the funkystairstepper.

Tomorrow should be a decent day.
azurelunatic: Teddybear that contains ethernet switch.  (teddyborg)
There was excitement tonight at work. There were viruses from booth 2 to booth 40. Everyone had to move out of there and into a new area. My consanguinary co-worker commented that it was this sort of thing that was very exciting and felt very important and urgent. (We give plasma at the same place. This leads to a certain connection.)

Tonight I was working almost exclusively on the powerpoint presentation for $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, and managed to crash PowerPoint about five times. There's this thing where it will crash if you do something with a connector, but I don't know quite exactly enough to reliably duplicate it. On about the fifth time, I followed the bloody link to MS, and of course that meant hey, there was an update! Of course, I don't have root on my box, so I couldn't do it myself. Snagged the URL, described the problem to the best of my ability, asked where I should send it.

Turns out that Dave Matthews Band Fan was still in the building, so Obso1337 Super told me to sneakernet my tech support request over there. So I did. We had a field trip back to field (he was getting tired of doing whatever he was doing, plus I suspect he has a soft spot for me, since I'm Reasonably Geek and will occasionally bring in doughnuts for those dreadful mornings after the overnighter) and he poked and prodded at my box. Geeking ensued; my prank was found out! )

Geek/work

Apr. 3rd, 2006 04:23 pm
azurelunatic: "Where's the goddamn NERF BAT when you *really* need it?" Animated cartoon tech support loses her cool.  (work)
I got what amounted to a slight reprimand, in private e-mail from the Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek to Stressy College Chick: there is really no need for me to write an essay in my booths out memos. No need to replicate troubleshooting.

At the same time, I am getting "OMG you are so totally the geek who keeps everything around here running!" propz from the phone goons, which I so totally do not deserve. This is because I can do simple things like use the override password to get people who typoed back into the phone system, adjust monitor settings so the image isn't warped, plug keyboards and mice back in, regain focus to the window, close the cascade of fifty billion windows that they opened by clicking fifty billion times, use the program to remove excess logins from the system, explain what happens when their box is forcibly disconnected from the network (display turns red, all is lost, alas), change the screen colors back to what they're supposed to be on the telnet if it is connected, reset the chairs, and explain what's going on in relatively simple terms so everyone can follow along.

Basic layout of the stuff the phone goons have to log into daily. ) I happen to have RTFM, and therefore I am a Great Geek Goddess amongst mortals.


But as far as actually fixing broken computers and solving real programming issues, I haven't the foggiest and will have to call in for backup.

I noticed with amusement that yesterday morning, when I was monitoring and the Check-In Princess was at the Check-In Desk (and running a job too), Rev. Not-So-Nice Super came all the way from the bullpen back to the monitoring rooms with a dude who came in a little late, telling me, "I need you to find a booth for this dude. He says he was briefed on Dendarii Brewing yesterday."

"You should probably ask the Princess," I said, "because she's check-in today."

It's hard to miss the check-in at the check-in desk in the bullpen. Somehow the good Rev. missed it. (There are three ULC-ordained ministers in the bullpen: me, Rev. NSN-Super, and Comic Pirate Super.) I think I'm definitely Part of the Team in a way that the Princess isn't. (Somehow I got to be More Popular, which is kind of scary, given that at the beginning there was a lot of "You're not as awesome as she is, but that's OK, I guess.")
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
Erk. Nothing like attempting to call Darkside on break (in monitor room, lights turned out), and having the Princess bust in and flip the lights on. (She was looking for an empty monitor room to review a monitor report with a phone goon.)

Somehow I don't think calling him is going to happen in the approximately 30 seconds I have left of actual break.




Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek was in last night, and is in this morning. I am guessing it was an all-nighter, because he's in the same shirt. He asked me where the doughnuts were.

Things were down this morning when we got in. There were some network connectivity issues. He got rid of the nasty old switch (actually, it was really a hub; I thought it was a switch because no-one uses hubs any more; he mentioned when removing the offending object from the room that the first rule was not to use hubs) in the monitor room, the one with the wall-wart plugged into a power strip just within kicking range. I solved the former intermittent connectivity problem for that room by using a rubber band to secure the plug to the power strip.




This keyboard is horrible.
azurelunatic: "Where's the goddamn NERF BAT when you *really* need it?" Animated cartoon tech support loses her cool.  (work)
The prank that's being concocted at work involves sensitive computer equipment. I've never crashed the dialer before, mostly because I do not, as a rule, touch the dialer.

We remote in to the machine in the server room that runs the dialer. I am working up two (or more) desktop wallpapers.

One is the background color of the server in question, with a telnet window open to a dialer crash -- and the taskbar showing an open telnet window.
The other will be a remote desktop window on top of the usual wallpaper of the computer in question, complete with taskbar, with a shot of said faked dialer crash cunningly pasted in.

Add wallpaper, set taskbar to auto-hide.

Instant fake dialer crash.

Goodness, I love screenshots.
Goodness, I love the fact that standard operating procedure is to take a screenshot and send it out with the incident report every time the dialer crashes.

This is one that's good for a second's shocker, followed by relieved laughter.

Mea culpa.

Mar. 19th, 2006 05:17 pm
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
Things are going much better now that I've gotten into the groove of things. It's nice and peaceful back here except for the vacuuming. And even that's not so bad.

Sundays are good days. I think I'll see if I can't give a certain best friend a call later.




Later...

Let's see. I got in back around 11:30 or so, and didn't emerge until 1:30, really. So two hours back here in the morning. I departed for back here again at 4:30, roughly, and I'm going to be staying back here as long as I can to get these things done.

I've finished three little boxes of disks, the ones that are supposed to hold about 10 disks apiece. One of them was full of blank disks. I have about 7 boxes or equivalent bundles remaining.

Part of that time was time spent clearing things out and then writing an e-mail of shame and penance to the Powers that Be. Management likes my sense of humor, so this may reduce the amount of scolding that comes my way.

It seems that Management took notice of the new person who was writing these hilarious and consummately professional e-mails very early on. I just learned about it on Friday, when my e-mail about the mice ("Since the technologically advanced mice have been removed from the monitor rooms, could they be used to replace the simpler mice that remain in the bullpen? I believe the technical skills of the bullpen staff are equal to these mice. The [list of computers] all have older mice.") got a response of "You are so funny" from Management. I mentioned this e-mail to Stressy College Chick, and she told me the backstory about my earlier general amusement.

I'm hoping that she'll get a giggle out of this:

Backup tape needed )
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
The IT guys came in yesterday evening around 5-ish to get everything set up for last night's big installation. We'd been seeing some random guy in a manky shirt walking around with a ladder for the past week or so; he turned out to be a data cable contractor.

We got packages from Cisco in the morning on Saturday, and we put them aside for the geeks. Hooray networking fun!

When we got in this morning, the geeks were still here. No one could log in to the computers because they were still getting stuff done on there. They didn't give up the system until 7:30/7:40-ish. That was over 12 hours for them there. It was at this point that I decided that since I couldn't do jack and everyone had to be exhausted and hungry, I was going on a breakfast run. I got doughnuts, bagels, and muffins, plus cream cheese and orange juice. Everyone was essentially happy.

The Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek said that after what they'd done tonight, they didn't deserve doughnuts. I attempted to comfort him. He thought I'd studied networking, and said that tonight was one of the nights that make you wish you'd never gone into the field.

Those are really the nights that you need someone with doughnuts about.




ID10T. The local temp files of about 400 discs that I spent so much painstaking time getting rid of so they wouldn't get in my way? Not so local. Not so temp. I called IT (who was still here); the Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek told me to write down the address and he could restore it from Friday's backup. It helped, I think, that I started out the call with "I just did something incredibly end-user stupid; I need a file on the network restored from backup." Didn't get a lecture. I think he's probably thinking that I can lecture myself, given what I said...

In my (meagre) defence: I went to the file from a desktop shortcut, and the machine I was on doesn't display the full path of the directories. (Ouch. I think that even makes it worse.)

Sauna Time

Jun. 25th, 2005 09:13 pm
azurelunatic: Log book entry from Adm. Hopper's command: "Relay #70 Panel F (moth) in relay. First actual case of bug being found" (bug)
Came in to work this morning to the beginnings of a scene of chaos. There was much panicky yelping about the temperature in the server room.

A room containing running computers should not go over 70°F, common sense tells me. At 7 this morning, our server room was at 95°F. There was much scrambling around in search of fans to get the place cooled down. I went in the server room for the first time ever, a great large room with a number of racked computers and all sorts of nifty shiny things, and I was too busy looking for unoccupied outlets to plug the fans into to properly appreciate the sheer geek heaven of the room. This is a level of geekiness entirely surpassing some of my previous levels. The doors of the place were propped open, which is generally a no-no, but these were special circumstances.

Checking people in, somewhat later, went far more smoothly than Friday. I was able to disentangle myself from Situations Needing Supervisor by summoning the actual supervisor for the jobs, and was back in the bullpen sorting out who was logged in and who was not logged in by 8:45-ish, which was also about when the A/C tech steamed by on his way to the server room. (The Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek was already in, and was on his way to a state of high panic about his overheating charges.)

At about 8:55, we got the notice that we needed to log everything off NOW.
"We have people on interviews!"
"Log. Off. Now."
"Even the supervisors?"
"We're having data loss in here. Everything gets shut down. Now."

I had the presence of mind to screen-scrape the login data for the whole room, the session I'd grabbed before all the shit started going down, and paste it into a hasty Word file, then print it before everything went down. That way, come hell or high water, I'd be able to identify the identities of the butts in seats from the start of the shift.

All the phone goons got sent on break for an hour to get them out of the way while IT and the air conditioner guy worked their assorted magic. One hour of downtime stretched into two. I was able to get all sorts of paperwork done.

I'm very good at keeping track of downtime. This is a good thing for accountability, but a bad thing to be in practice at.

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