Frustrated, aggravated and irritated sums up my mood this fine and chilly Monday. Walked in to find the server's UPS screeching like a banshee. Turns out our highly paid consultants failed to configure it.
Assholes.
And, why pray tell, did we need these consultants? Well, ya see, using the weakest logic I've ever heard we're now running Windows 2003 Server. I had to give up my lovely OpenBSD, because there's "high-end support" available for Windows 2003 in town, while the "high-end" support for the OpenBSD system was, well, me.
(Do I hear a pink slip rustling in the wind?)
So now instead of in-house server maintenance, I have to call in a consultant.
These guys do know what they're doing, most of the time, but telling them what I need to be done is proving fruitless.
I miss my *nix server. I miss its little paranoid quirks. I miss being able to configure my own fucking server the way I want to fucking configure it, not just baby-sit some overpriced security-hole ridden piece of Windows trash.
...fuck...
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"Why can't I store personal files on the Server?"
What kind of personal files?
"Well, they're personal."
Well, this is a business. Nothing you store here is personal. Not on the server, not on your workstation, not in your emails. Nothing. Zip. Nada.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
That means I know about the animal porn.
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Went to go see Starsky and Hutch on Saturday. Good mindless entertainment.
I keep hearing I should go see Dawn of the Dead, but I'm not much in the mood for gore these days. Besides, if I wanted gore, The Passion of the Christ is playing in the same theatre.
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Also watched the The DC Video Deluxe Edition. Danny Way's new extended part reminds us that we are but human, while he is a god.
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Went to the Plaza this weekend (how can I not, it's down the street from my house) and it looks like the ledges are already waxed up, and the benches I was skating last weekend have some new scrapes.
Oh, the little neighbourhood skate rats. God bless their little hearts.
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I've effectively had it with the boards. The thread on breast implants was the final straw. I have enough ignorant people in my life, I don't need to spend weeks arguing with them on a BBS.
Oh, in case you're wondering, or care for that matter, I agree with everything Twwly and Morgan said. Why restate an opinion when it has already offered forward so eloquently?
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Speaking of Twwly, ya should go send her your love and get well wishes. Ya really should.
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Song of the moment: "Eradication Instincts Defined" - Dimmu Borgir.
Assholes.
And, why pray tell, did we need these consultants? Well, ya see, using the weakest logic I've ever heard we're now running Windows 2003 Server. I had to give up my lovely OpenBSD, because there's "high-end support" available for Windows 2003 in town, while the "high-end" support for the OpenBSD system was, well, me.
(Do I hear a pink slip rustling in the wind?)
So now instead of in-house server maintenance, I have to call in a consultant.
These guys do know what they're doing, most of the time, but telling them what I need to be done is proving fruitless.
I miss my *nix server. I miss its little paranoid quirks. I miss being able to configure my own fucking server the way I want to fucking configure it, not just baby-sit some overpriced security-hole ridden piece of Windows trash.
...fuck...
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"Why can't I store personal files on the Server?"
What kind of personal files?
"Well, they're personal."
Well, this is a business. Nothing you store here is personal. Not on the server, not on your workstation, not in your emails. Nothing. Zip. Nada.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
That means I know about the animal porn.
----------------
Went to go see Starsky and Hutch on Saturday. Good mindless entertainment.
I keep hearing I should go see Dawn of the Dead, but I'm not much in the mood for gore these days. Besides, if I wanted gore, The Passion of the Christ is playing in the same theatre.
----------------
Also watched the The DC Video Deluxe Edition. Danny Way's new extended part reminds us that we are but human, while he is a god.
----------------
Went to the Plaza this weekend (how can I not, it's down the street from my house) and it looks like the ledges are already waxed up, and the benches I was skating last weekend have some new scrapes.
Oh, the little neighbourhood skate rats. God bless their little hearts.
----------------
I've effectively had it with the boards. The thread on breast implants was the final straw. I have enough ignorant people in my life, I don't need to spend weeks arguing with them on a BBS.
Oh, in case you're wondering, or care for that matter, I agree with everything Twwly and Morgan said. Why restate an opinion when it has already offered forward so eloquently?
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Speaking of Twwly, ya should go send her your love and get well wishes. Ya really should.
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Song of the moment: "Eradication Instincts Defined" - Dimmu Borgir.
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I'm still at home. I'm going to work in like an hour. I think I heard my mom say that by today we will have our Internet working. Cross your fingers.
I've been feeling like a zombie myself. I went to bed at 5AM on both Saturday and Sunday morning and woke up at 9AM both times. I was finally able to pass out early last night and get some sleep but I still have a headache for some reason.
We both need to get our shit together and keep each other company again.
Talk soon. Hopefully today.
I am on the mend...thank you.