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Friday, Jul. 09, 2004
Hark_The_Harried

It's 10:42 PM and I'm at work. Again. The fires are dying off and there are clouds in the sky, with the tantalizing promise of rain soon to come. So you'd think I'd be ecstatic, all curled up in bed and sleeping or keeping someone company in the most scintillating way, wouldn't you?

Well okay, not the latter given some of my previous entries, but a girl can dream.

Or I might if I was home in bed. Unfortunately it looks like I'm stuck here for another hour while I put the computers through their paces. Again. I knew we were teetering on the edge of one humongous mess, but I kept trying to hold things together, just a little longer. But nooo... Murphy's law is bad enough, but when it comes to computers, Murphy's working overtime as a ho.

No catastrophic crashes, just a refusal of the network to cooperate, a general corruption of the database that runs the station, thereby killing the ability to use the machines to play any music or other programming overnight.

I'm hoping that I wasn't steered wrong to start checking the Linux systems, because I have come to the conclusion that our current software is simply never going to work as it was intended, no matter what I do. The databases shred, the programming locks in Windows, the hard disk spits on the diagnostic programs, and in general I swear that the computers are run by little gremlins that are plotting to see what new and nefarious ways they can force me to come in to work. It's no longer the sort of things that I can fix from home, now that I have the VPN installed and working and CAN work from home.

I'd love to kick the man who designed Windows with an indigenous time bomb, set to go off whenever is the absolutely least convenient time.

Probably just as well I don't have a significant other in my life right now. If I did, he'd just get fed up and leave after another ill-timed phone call, or knock on the door, or Boss's high-pitched scream through the window when all else failed. (Have I ever mentioned that Boss is nothing if not persistent?)

I'm getting hungry, too, darn it. When I leave for the night I'm stopping through the only 24-hour drive-through place in town, getting a couple of steak tacos (screw the diet for the night) and picking up a bottle of wine. That way if Boss calls me for anything else tonight I will let him know I am too indisposed to drive. If he wants to pick me up in that condition and work on his computers in that condition, more power to him.

Of course at this rate I won't even be able to do that because everything in this town will be long closed. The grocery stores close at midnight and the sole liquor store closed hours ago. Ugh. Oh well, if I get out of here before too much longer I might still make it.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )