the quiet hours

Restore data to new server: 2 hours, thirty minutes

File integrity comparisons: thirty minutes

Directory security comparisons: thirty minutes


Why didn't I apprentice to a cabinet maker? I could be building Ellis buffets for Stickley by now.

heavy eyelids. short fuse.

Timeclock: twenty-four hours, forty-one minutes.

Even that Starbucks mocha-in-a-bottle isn't making a dent. They happen occasionally, but I really don't like three-shift days.



I gotta get home soon.

Good night and good luck

25 hours, 45 minutes. I've had enough. Good night.

Wonder if I can stay awake for the drive home...

did you get the memo?

So I'm finally home, 28 hours after getting to work. The icing, however, was the conference call I just ended. It was a project discovery meeting, the how-do-you-do, this-is-what-I-need meeting between client and outsourcer. Except this one was for the server I started last week.

Now that's what I call an efficient Penguin