||[Jul. 4th, 2008|11:03 pm]
Wait, what? It's not Christmas you say? Bugger. You'll have to excuse me, as the neighbor breeders screaming infant has been interrupting my sleep for about the last SIX WEEKS so you'll understand if I should sound slightly ... out of whack. Of course, it could be the scotch talking.
Speaking of which, yesterday was the closest I have ever come to driving drunk. Just before I left work, I fixed this horrible "no one can login" error with some LDAP jujitsu, a stick of RAM, and a couple prayers. [It was Novell NetWare, so prayer was required]. When I got home, I treated myself to a fancy dinner of garlic lemon pasta and a nice Chianti [no fava beans].
Halfway through my third glass, the SMS page arrives: power failure. I sigh in relief when the "power restored" message comes through three minutse later, and pour myself another glass. Of course, scant minutes later, another power failure message comes in. S H I T.
I call people, and VPN into work, trying to shutdown the ancient AS/400 [TIMI based RS64 "Apache", c. 1997] cleanly before the server servicing my remote connection auto-shutdowns. No dice, seconds after the password database loads [because, who remembers the password to an ancient piece of shit like an IBM AS/400?], the connection is terminated. I curse, and make more phone calls. It is clear that the only guy nearby is me, with the closest backup in a) Lake Tahoe, b) Monterey, and c) Lava Beds National Monument [basically Oregon]. F U C K.
Tahoe guy and I proceed to work as most of the servers shutdown, and I pray that someone more deserving occupies the attention of the California Highway Patrol while I am in transit. I am rewarded as a reckless driver is pulled over in front of me. Tahoe guy and I reach the computer room at essentially the same time; five minutes after power is restored. Boring routine "turn shit back on" follow, and all is well thereafter.