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Thursday, November 09, 2006

out of magic tricks



today was busy. meetings in the morning, a farewell ceremony for a girl who had a really troubled service*1, a frustrating lunch experience*2, a trip to the induction base*3, returning to base for a completely abysmal attempt at releasing a version for testing*4, a crazy trip to get to our TL's place*5, a pleasant evening that inspired me to try and realize this fantasy of going to athens for the tool concert, a ride home and a quick check to make sure that face off is a good copy, and now i'm off to bed.

*1 she spat in her commander's coffee in front of me once, the image is stuck in my head

*2 the kitchen workers are total bastards. the food's crap anyway, and they make it so bloody difficult to actually get any of it...

*3 amidst sitting around and learning /teaching how to set up a testing station, i made a quick mission to the office of the lieutenant who gave me shit a couple of weeks ago. i left an unsigned note for her that's kind of rude, kind of flirtatious. i don't plan on following it up, i just want to mess with her a little.

*4 we spent hours fighting with our tech support. it's the first time i've ever logged on to a system as a local admin, and not had access to the c drive. and they couldn't understand why i was annoyed. failing that, our scripts weren't updated properly, so that required more work than should have been necessary. failing that, there wasn't a dba on duty when i'd requested one this morning. bastards. we eventually just gave up and we'll have to continue in the morning.

oh, and nystire came to visit. made for a very pleasant break.

*5 ignoring the ridiculous amount of time wasted waiting for the bus, and later on waiting to be picked up from another bus stop: we got off at the wrong one. we entered a strange little religious enclave, crawling with cops as there's been rioting over the gay-pride parade being held in jerusalem. each little group of houses is completely isolated by giant walls. it's creepy.

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