10:20pm:
Oh christ what a day.� I started out 30 minutes late.� That's no big deal really, except I missed a txt message from Slick saying, "Mapquest says there's a big fire by work.� Should I be worried?"� I never did find out if he was joking about that, but man I was getting nervous as I got closer & closer to the office late.
Finally I texted him back saying, "I'm not afraid of a little smoke.� But I'm running 30 late." he replys, "Me Too".� Which is a real funny between the two of us because we're always joking about how we never get into the office before 9am.� On the occasions that we bump into one another on the way in, we inevitably crack up laughing about our tardiness and the fact that nobody cares.
Once at the office I ran upstairs looking for Slick at his cube, but he wasn't there so I went across the street to the P3 building which is about 1/4 mile away in the 9:30am burning-fucking-desert-heat of 109 degrees already.� I had to go to the Security office to get a temp badge because I forgot mine and strolled around the entire half-circle of the campus building down to the stairway that leads up to Margie's desk where I ran into Slick in the hallway...just arriving.� We take one look at each other and crack up laughing.� He says, "I was just texting you to tell you where I was."� I say, "I love this fucking job." and we giggle like a couple of kids all the way in to Margie's office.
Margie isn't there.� There's a guy from XYZ there who's assiting Margie (read: doing the work for Margie), in the task of migrating over from one SAN switch to the other.� Slick and I decide to go downstairs for coffee.
Keep in mind that I had just rushed upstairs from the parking garage, ran into my desk, back out of the building, across the street 1/4 mile in the desert, into security, obtained the badge, ran another 1/5 mi around the building, up the stairs, to her desk, back down the stairs and into the cafeteria in under 10 minutes.� My metabolism was running high already on the 2 cups of high-caffiene coffee I drank on an empty stomach.� Now I'm dumping more hot coffee into my system.� I started getting icky and sweaty.� I said, "I'm running like a speed freak." to Slick, and he looks at me and says, "Yea, somebody might think something's up."
So I decided to slow down on the coffee, and went to the ladies room to wipe the dripping sweat from my brow.�
We got the operation under weigh, had it done and the meeting over in less than an hour.� Which blew both of us away, it went way too fast.� Frankenstein Hair said he has an instruction sheet for the process and wouldn't let Slick or I stop to read it and write anything down, so fuck if I know if its any good.� We're doing another test tomorrrow.
== I need to make a note about the fix for samba on zeppelin.�
-- Stop pointing samba mounts to redmond washington for authentication, move them to athens georgia instead.� Make the changes for winbind in the nsswitch.conf file if they aren't already.� all three of them matter.� then alter both the krb5 file and the smb file, recycle them and it should work.�
-- Fix the damn samba mounts on the killian LM servers for Opie.
-- see about the openldap 2.2.13 package on RHEL3/9 instead of the 2.0.27 package� Talk to Tammy about it if you have to.
-- Lunch with the CIO went well I think.� I told Joey that I was doing a lot more work than I should be, but that I love my job and wouldn't work anyplace else.� I love what I do, the people I work with, and the environment and freedoms I'm given as an employee.� And that is 100% true.� I do bitch about my job in my journal here, and I make snyde comments and jokes about people, but I really do like my job.� For all its silliness and faults.� And I think the old Salty Dogs who run the place are a bunch of nice men and women who really, genuinely care about their employees.� They show it in the way they treat us, the benefits and freedoms they give us, and the honest loyalty that they build with the people who work for them.� And I must say I think I'm lucky , and proud to work at an American Company in the United States, with fewer than 2000 employees.�
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