IT's a Living
No, I havenít died, though there have been times this week that I seriously considered planning a funeral Ė just not mine. The work computers took a nosedive, domino fashion, one after another. The server is my own doing. Against my better judgment, I followed the instructions of our software techs and disconnected seven of eight CD ROM drives on the machine Ė and in so doing also created a critical failure of the RAID array. For non techno-geeks, RAID is an acronym for ďRedundant Array of Independent DevicesĒ. Itís a system that automatically copies everything you put on your computer, putting it onto another hard drive that kicks in if the main drive fails, with no loss of information. Nifty little package and extremely nice to have around.
The other failures are a combination of too much done by too many people who donít know what theyíre doing. We had corrupted files on top of corrupted files on top of corrupted files Ė which ultimately resulted in the whole system tumbling down. I managed to get us up and operating again on all computers, but took 12 hours sitting in front of the same @#$%^ computer terminal to get us there.
However, I am free for the weekend Ė at least theoretically and not counting the numerous calls Iíll get from my boss when he canít find a file/computer/whatever. Now I just get to deal with two daughters who assume that mom=babysitter/slave/money tree. I told them otherwise, lol. I changed a couple of diapers and fixed a couple of bottles but the baby went back to mommy.
And on my day off, what am I doing? Working on another friendís project on line. I gave my word several months ago, promising to help. It had been long enough I decided it probably wasnít going to happen Ė then I got an email last night saying, Ďyou want to sign in already, so I can give you admin privileges?í
I was glad to hear from the kid again, and to know that heís doing reasonably well. Kind of interesting Ė I worked with him before, when he was working for a television studio. When he told me he wasnít working for them any more, I was relieved Ė because he was the only reason I hadnít already told them to chuck it, lol. Once he was gone, I emailed them and told them adios.
Itís amazing to think that my first time on line was three years ago. In that three years, Iíve cultivated some wonderful friendships Ė some pretty much like family now (letís not discuss how much money Iíve paid out in telephone bills overseas). Iíve learned to create and decorate web pages, and become affiliated with some fairly large business enterprises. Iíve learned to build computers from their respective components, to troubleshoot and fix most common (and a few not-so-common) problems.
So for Dangerspouse and others who think this stuff is beyond you Ė itís not. You can learn whatever you set out to learn, sometimes even unintentionally. It was never my plan to become the IT person for the radio station, but it has worked out that way. When I signed on line the first time, my only plan was to write and surf for fun. My original plans sort of went awry, and I wouldnít have it any other way.
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 - )