Back in the Satellite Again
Ah the weekend! I love them, and wish there were more of them.
Life finally became a little easier this week - at least somewhat. After much screaming and swearing at Intel®, I finally got the right drivers for the RAID and got the server updated. It's only taken me what? Two, three months? And it was all because of one flipping piece of software that is NOT on the driver download site. It fit on an old-fashioned 3-1/2" floppy disk. I had to call an 800 number in Barbados fifteen times to get it, plus Boss had to pay for Intel Support. (Which, in all fairness, was very reasonable.)
But it's DONE. The update is there, all the programs are loaded except for the VPN software (which is fortunately very simple to install) and I've got to tweak some minor settings Monday - then we're good to go.
In the interim, Boss had been bitching because in trying to upgrade, I wiped out all of the info on the server. Mind you, I had it all backed up, but the whole thing was that when I used the first SIX of the drivers Intel® sent me, it went through the motions but when everything was said and done, the server wouldn't boot up.
And the server is what runs the radio station.
By now, I am intimately acquainted with Murphy's Law, however. I didn't give Boss the option of arguing the point. I picked up my office's computer, which has a licensed copy of the broadcast software and all of our backed-up sound files, and I plunked it in the control room, hooked it up, and had us running on it inside of half an hour. It only took that long because I had to set up boss's morning show so he has a row of buttons that say 'news theme', 'weather bed', 'stupid joke of the morning', etc. He has trouble figuring out how to use the mouse because I wouldn't set up the touchscreen monitor on a temporary computer, but he'll live. And in the interim half-hour we had cart machines, CD players, reel-to-reel, and satellite feed. It meant someone had to do deejay the old-fashioned way, but I didn't see carcasses killed by the inability to use the computers for half an hour.
For anyone who's not familiar with the subject, a RAID array stands for Redundant Array of Independent Disks. It's a system that ties together multiple computer hard drives. Depending on how they're set up, the information copies automatically from one disk to another, so you're literally making both an original and a backup copy of everything simultaneously. There's more to it than that because ours is configured to stripe/mirror., but the general idea is that you've got your system backed up six ways from Christmas
Trouble is, when you have a RAID array, everything first goes through the RAID part of the system. The computer is trained to look at all of the hard drives as a single system - a single hard drive, if you will.
And what was shooting me in the foot was that in loading Windows, the Windows disk couldn't find any hard drives - because they were behind the wall of RAID. RAID was kind of a security guard gone berzerk, refusing to let the medics get to the gasping-for-last-breath hard drives. You gotta find just the right whips and chains to satisfy this sick puppy's tastes, or it won't let you through short of killing it - which isn't desireable either because it blows up and blocks the door.
Okay, enough tech-talk.
00 is doing reasonably well at work, particularly since, much as I like Old Traffic Girl, Old Traffic Girl is not a teacher. She tried the patience of 00 many, many times. But 00 is more irritated by Boss, who was jerking her around for pay. I think he'll pay up, one way or another, but he's gotta be blond under that gray hair.
And this week, some very interesting rumors came filtering back to me. Seems the general understanding in town is that when Boss croaks (which, given his health and failing mental acuity, could be yesterday), the radio station will be mine.
Considering all the years I have worked there and how much blood and soul I've dedicated to keeping the place running, that could be considered justice, I suppose. There's also the fact that aside from Boss, I'm the only one who has a clue how to run the place.
Mind you, even the people at the bank have this assumption in mind. I think I did a double-take at that little revelation.
Boss has no family (or none that will speak to him anyway), no friends who will move here, and so essentially if and when he dies, the two silent partners (who own a very small stake in things) will have the option of letting the place go dark, or dealing with me.
None of this takes into consideration the rules and regulations of license tranfer set up by the FCC, or the fact that I'm reasonably sure Boss didn't will me ownership. In fact, I'm guessing that he doesn't have any kind of a will. Little niggling legal details like that don't really seem too important to anyone.
But I did get a giggle out of the grapevine's perception that I'm already co-owner, and that I'm poised to take over.
On the personal front, I started the Atkins diet this week. I know I am going to hear from a bazillion people who argue that it's not healthy. Well guess what? Neither is being 120lb overweight, nor working 80-hour weeks, nor any other number of things I'm living. And since one of my health problems is anemia to the point of heart failure, and my cholesterol levels aren't a problem, I think this particular diet is tailor-made for me.
I've been craving chocolate and bread, not necessarily in that order. Next project is to wean myself from caffeine, a process I've begun.
Wish me luck!
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 - )