Fuck.

Everything has been conspiring agin’ me to suck these last few days. It’s been so shity, I think it deserves bullet points.

  • I haven’t been able to sleep decently for weeks. I even went to the trouble of getting prescription sleeping pills that don’t work.
  • I spent most of yesterday fighting with Megan. It was her birthday, and I feel like an asshole about it. And we both still believe the other was wrong.
  • Work has been beating me with a spiked iron club. Our data center is currently running at about 110% of its absolute maximum capacity, but the sales department is still selling more space. I expect we’ll be another 10-20% over before we actually get in the new equipment we desperately need to increase capacity–to where it should have been six months ago.
  • We also received a massive denial of service attack to one of our spam-fighting servers today. When I got in to the office, there were 222 missed calls on my phone. I spent the rest of the day attempting to fix everything that was wrong with our shit, plus the tons of other work that the other techs didn’t have time to do during the day.

2 Comments

  1. I enjoy the phrase, “It’s been so shitty, I think it deserves bullet points.”

    Hope things are better.

  2. I would have rather he’d said “It’s been so bullet, I think it deserves shitty points.”

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