taleya: (Reclusive Wanker)
What I want to be working on: Fic

What I am working on: Four page and growing breakdown of pros and cons of different methodologies for expanding storage space on a terminal server for a client.


And I get to spend tomorrow writing and implementing new profile backup scripts.

blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh


JUST BUY A FUCKING 1TB HARD DISK YOU CHEAP BASTARDS
taleya: (Jam jam jam)
Hit a bit of a slump re writing due to stupid antibiotics that make cheese of brain, off them and brain back on par. And i has plot. Delicious plot. *nroms it*

Also have what's shaping up to be an awesome scar that will make me look deeply suspicious. Mwahaha

Fence continues nicely. The main bitch is that we're also putting in a shitton of aggi pipe so we actually have proper drainage in some key areas - noticeably where it gets to about a fucking foot high behind the cinder block section of the garage, then promptly drowns half of Mqhele's yard. Big fat 20m run of 100mm aggie with a pit feeding into the storm water will take care of that nicely.

Unfortunately it does mean digging a foot deep trench through what is possibly the most crap-filled run of dirt in the southern hemisphere. Fucking fence is about 30 years old, and in the 20's, our entire area was a tip. Been digging up amazing amounts of shit. And fucking grevillia and acacia roots.

Also Mqhele is conveniently interstate, and [livejournal.com profile] torasin is allergic to dirt. Bastards.

Still, I persist. So far I've managed to flay my left arm open from wrist to elbow, rip the shit out of my knuckles accidentally punching concrete, tracked dirt everywhere and managed today to headbutt one of the 18g wires poking out the posts in what was actually a fairly decent three stooges impression. (Whammed my head, yelled loudly, clapped hand to it, and did a mad dance around piles of wood. Keystone cops have nothing on me, darlings) Also have what's promising to be one hell of a mark on the hairline.

Rather an impressive list of injuries thus far, but I am doing an entire property run of fence by myself. I think I shall start telling people His Lordship beats me, and see who's fucking stupid enough to fall for it.

Still, will look fucking spiffing when done. And already got about 10m of the pipe laid in the worst areas, so it should be fairly clear running for the rest. And it will be nice to actually have a fence, instead of a rotted shit pile that threatens to fall over sideways if you fart at it. And then I can finish up even more of the landscaping. w00000! (seriously, the landlord doesn't even recognise his fucking yard any more. We I am that good XD) And once that's secured, we can commence with investigation and procurement of ducks. DUCKS!


Wandered in today to find the rats had emptied their food bowl, carefully refilled it with litter, then crapped in it. No, I don't know why. But it made me laugh like fucking crazy.

Work continues to be work. The stupidity of others keeps me in fat paycheques, so I can't complain too much....Although I reserve the right to bitch vociferously when I'm taking three fucking calls at once. (And repairing a mate's laptop over IRC, but she gets freebies for being a goddess)

Question: How many of you here know how to press the eject button on a DVD-ROM? Because the staff I dealt with last week certainly didn't. I actually had to remote into a PC interstate to trip off a software eject because the concept of an eject button was too complex for them


*rubs temples* big fat paycheques....big fat paycheques....

blaarghhhh

Dec. 1st, 2011 09:38 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Is it weekend yet? *flomps*

Seriously starting to run on empty. Two weeks straight of ten hour shifts will do that. Starting to get irrationally angry at people for doing Stupid Shit That People Do, and considering Le Buttmonkey continues to reduce the tensile strength of the ice upon which he skates, this cannot end well.


Bashed out another couple parts of fic, - actually argued viciously with them for a couple of days. Still not terribly happy with it. Grr. I think the main issue is that I'm mostly a method writer, and what I was writing not only struck close to home, it then proceeded to extend a series of pseudopods, strolled through my kitchen into the lounge, set up shop on the couch and is now watching a series of trashy reality shows while it eats all my popcorn. Which is well and good, except the character actually requires some sort of vindication and closure, and yeah, as we all know, that shit just doesn't happen. Personally I just learned to stop caring. Kicked a pile of sand over that cat crap and called it done. Not really an option for the character though. I have the feeling I got lost in the clockwork looking for the mainspring.

Grrr. Raar. Etc.

Ratties are all socialised together now and much happier. Pug's occasional bitchstorms have astonishingly reduced to zero. Looks like all she needed was a minion. And Poppet frankly adores her. Bubbles still has moments of "but, but, you still love meee?" but snuggles are never a paucity in our house, so she's coming along. And snappy has turned out to be the most sociable little shitbag on the face of the planet. Never seen you before? No idea who you are? Doesn't give a shit, she just strolllls on right up and says howdy-doo :D

Tree day. Better put the fucker up. I generally refuse to pander to the christmas madness until at least December first, but consider the Harvey Norman down the road is already advertising "BOXING DAY SALE" I should get a wriggle on.

blaarghhhh

Dec. 1st, 2011 09:38 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Is it weekend yet? *flomps*

Seriously starting to run on empty. Two weeks straight of ten hour shifts will do that. Starting to get irrationally angry at people for doing Stupid Shit That People Do, and considering Le Buttmonkey continues to reduce the tensile strength of the ice upon which he skates, this cannot end well.


Bashed out another couple parts of fic, - actually argued viciously with them for a couple of days. Still not terribly happy with it. Grr. I think the main issue is that I'm mostly a method writer, and what I was writing not only struck close to home, it then proceeded to extend a series of pseudopods, strolled through my kitchen into the lounge, set up shop on the couch and is now watching a series of trashy reality shows while it eats all my popcorn. Which is well and good, except the character actually requires some sort of vindication and closure, and yeah, as we all know, that shit just doesn't happen. Personally I just learned to stop caring. Kicked a pile of sand over that cat crap and called it done. Not really an option for the character though. I have the feeling I got lost in the clockwork looking for the mainspring.

Grrr. Raar. Etc.

Ratties are all socialised together now and much happier. Pug's occasional bitchstorms have astonishingly reduced to zero. Looks like all she needed was a minion. And Poppet frankly adores her. Bubbles still has moments of "but, but, you still love meee?" but snuggles are never a paucity in our house, so she's coming along. And snappy has turned out to be the most sociable little shitbag on the face of the planet. Never seen you before? No idea who you are? Doesn't give a shit, she just strolllls on right up and says howdy-doo :D

Tree day. Better put the fucker up. I generally refuse to pander to the christmas madness until at least December first, but consider the Harvey Norman down the road is already advertising "BOXING DAY SALE" I should get a wriggle on.
taleya: (Goodnight Sweetheart)
Total no brain day today. You know when you have one of those days where you wake up and run the usual self diagnostic and think "Number of limbs: four. Functioning eyes: one. Total cognitive and creative capacity: 0."

yeahhhh that was my morning. Day overall, really. Hopefully my readers will forgive.

The shiney has also worn off my new pet buttmonkey. Seriously. Dude. Seriously. The fuck.

Consider this scenario if you will: There are two servers at a location. One is SQL, the other is terminal. You are familiar with these servers. Somewhat intimate. They devoured ten hours straight of your last sunday, after all. You have two SAS disks in your pannikin, and you are advised that you need to insert these two disks into the SQL server, then reimage the terminal server.

What part of this logic chain breaks to the point where you fucking well remove the hard disks from the terminal server while it's still running and attempt to insert them into the SQL server??

Presumably the same sequence of events that then causes you to call me up after hours and then claim you can't complete the job because the caddies on the SQL are 3.5, whereas the drives you're trying to insert are 2.5


I don't think he's long for this world. Not once I find the fucking mop handles, any rate.
taleya: (Goodnight Sweetheart)
Total no brain day today. You know when you have one of those days where you wake up and run the usual self diagnostic and think "Number of limbs: four. Functioning eyes: one. Total cognitive and creative capacity: 0."

yeahhhh that was my morning. Day overall, really. Hopefully my readers will forgive.

The shiney has also worn off my new pet buttmonkey. Seriously. Dude. Seriously. The fuck.

Consider this scenario if you will: There are two servers at a location. One is SQL, the other is terminal. You are familiar with these servers. Somewhat intimate. They devoured ten hours straight of your last sunday, after all. You have two SAS disks in your pannikin, and you are advised that you need to insert these two disks into the SQL server, then reimage the terminal server.

What part of this logic chain breaks to the point where you fucking well remove the hard disks from the terminal server while it's still running and attempt to insert them into the SQL server??

Presumably the same sequence of events that then causes you to call me up after hours and then claim you can't complete the job because the caddies on the SQL are 3.5, whereas the drives you're trying to insert are 2.5


I don't think he's long for this world. Not once I find the fucking mop handles, any rate.

gahhhh

Nov. 28th, 2011 05:58 pm
taleya: (Metalocalypse - Offdensen Pissed)
work has been a shitfilled cake with shittified frosting. Friggin' server migration on the weekend went badly wrong in every way, shape and form imaginable. Got home fucking 8:30 pm sunday night, with fuck all accomplished.

gah


Still, atm I am home and I am happy. Because Hiddles.

gahhhh

Nov. 28th, 2011 05:58 pm
taleya: (Metalocalypse - Offdensen Pissed)
work has been a shitfilled cake with shittified frosting. Friggin' server migration on the weekend went badly wrong in every way, shape and form imaginable. Got home fucking 8:30 pm sunday night, with fuck all accomplished.

gah


Still, atm I am home and I am happy. Because Hiddles.

taleya: (Futurama - Professy airplanes)
Still not dead. Still not king.

Work is doing okay-ish, new boss is still in the "trying out my new shiny toy" stage. Nothing I can't handle, although he's happy as hell given that in my first couple days there I fixed several issues that had apparently been driving him nuts for a while. It's going to be evil though. Very, very evil. I get paid monthly and work within walking distance of bunnings. Mwah. Mwahhahaha BUAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

*cough*

Found out today that fuck me, we do actually have a tv antenna on this house. Heh. When we moved in, I tested the port, got shit signal. Stuck my head out, had a scope, no antenna on the roof. Welp, we have none. Seeing as we have Foxtel, didn't really give a shit.

Then today, six years down the track, I stick my head up into the attic space to check for leaks and possums. And there, in all its shaggy cobwebby glory, crammed square in the space between ceiling and roof is...the antenna.

...No, I don't know why the fuck.


EDIT: I should clarify - the antenna is mounted inside the roof cavity. No, it's not lying on its side, abandoned and stored. It's mounted upright and plugged in.

Inside the roof. (we have damn near 3m roof cavity height)

......no, I still don't know why the fuck.

GODDAMMIT IS IT SUNDAY YET????
taleya: (Futurama - Professy airplanes)
Still not dead. Still not king.

Work is doing okay-ish, new boss is still in the "trying out my new shiny toy" stage. Nothing I can't handle, although he's happy as hell given that in my first couple days there I fixed several issues that had apparently been driving him nuts for a while. It's going to be evil though. Very, very evil. I get paid monthly and work within walking distance of bunnings. Mwah. Mwahhahaha BUAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

*cough*

Found out today that fuck me, we do actually have a tv antenna on this house. Heh. When we moved in, I tested the port, got shit signal. Stuck my head out, had a scope, no antenna on the roof. Welp, we have none. Seeing as we have Foxtel, didn't really give a shit.

Then today, six years down the track, I stick my head up into the attic space to check for leaks and possums. And there, in all its shaggy cobwebby glory, crammed square in the space between ceiling and roof is...the antenna.

...No, I don't know why the fuck.


EDIT: I should clarify - the antenna is mounted inside the roof cavity. No, it's not lying on its side, abandoned and stored. It's mounted upright and plugged in.

Inside the roof. (we have damn near 3m roof cavity height)

......no, I still don't know why the fuck.

GODDAMMIT IS IT SUNDAY YET????
taleya: (Father Ted - Down with this sort of thin)
So, toddled up for an interview (thankfully within walking distance) via a recruiter, and got vibes of "oh gawwd" when the idiots started talking about "typing tests"

Thankfully, they were not stupid enough to apply them to me.

They were, however, stupid enough to offer me the following:

-- sysadmin/support job, supporting sites in three countries, new site, so rolling out AD, printer installs, pcs, cabling, network infrastructure, etc etc....for $40k p/a.

*cue laughing fit* (for those of you unsure of Australian payrates - that's the kinda stuff that brings in around 68k minimum)

And it's a three month temp job

It was like titanic in slow motion. But the final snapping of the bow was when the interviewer made it quite clear that they were so interested in me because I'm fucking white and have traces of a UK accent.

Direct quote: "We've had quite a few Indian, Asian and other foreign applicants, but they're very hard to understand and very bad at communicating"

There is no emoticon to describe the face that I pulled right then. Giving them the benefit of the doubt in case of clumsy wording (Eg: if they'd said "You're supporting Germany and Austria over Skype, and they have difficulty with English combined with some accents over this medium" I might have let it slide) , I carefully pointed out that most of my professional career has been spent working with "Indians, Asians and other foreigners" and out of all of the guys I've worked with, the one person I sometimes had issues understanding was the goddamn pale-arsed Qubecois who's face was partially paralyzed. Fuck, most of them are far clearer than your average fucking yob.

In response, I got a faceful of "Of course there are ~exceptions~" and thaaaaaat's when I stood up and walked out.

I'll never be that desperate for a fucking job.

So I hit up spotlight and grabbed some flat fats and made a buncha cushion covers. Which means in the past few days I've done a ton of sewing, mopped and swept, built a new floating deck from scratch and rebuilt a PC. Heh.


In better news, [livejournal.com profile] madscot your parcel came! My face was literally :D :D when I opened it up. SECOND BEST PRESENT EVER!!! (Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] torasin still gets top notch for a much wanted and needed DVI KVM :P) *wears it about the house and swanks in speechless glee*
taleya: (Father Ted - Down with this sort of thin)
So, toddled up for an interview (thankfully within walking distance) via a recruiter, and got vibes of "oh gawwd" when the idiots started talking about "typing tests"

Thankfully, they were not stupid enough to apply them to me.

They were, however, stupid enough to offer me the following:

-- sysadmin/support job, supporting sites in three countries, new site, so rolling out AD, printer installs, pcs, cabling, network infrastructure, etc etc....for $40k p/a.

*cue laughing fit* (for those of you unsure of Australian payrates - that's the kinda stuff that brings in around 68k minimum)

And it's a three month temp job

It was like titanic in slow motion. But the final snapping of the bow was when the interviewer made it quite clear that they were so interested in me because I'm fucking white and have traces of a UK accent.

Direct quote: "We've had quite a few Indian, Asian and other foreign applicants, but they're very hard to understand and very bad at communicating"

There is no emoticon to describe the face that I pulled right then. Giving them the benefit of the doubt in case of clumsy wording (Eg: if they'd said "You're supporting Germany and Austria over Skype, and they have difficulty with English combined with some accents over this medium" I might have let it slide) , I carefully pointed out that most of my professional career has been spent working with "Indians, Asians and other foreigners" and out of all of the guys I've worked with, the one person I sometimes had issues understanding was the goddamn pale-arsed Qubecois who's face was partially paralyzed. Fuck, most of them are far clearer than your average fucking yob.

In response, I got a faceful of "Of course there are ~exceptions~" and thaaaaaat's when I stood up and walked out.

I'll never be that desperate for a fucking job.

So I hit up spotlight and grabbed some flat fats and made a buncha cushion covers. Which means in the past few days I've done a ton of sewing, mopped and swept, built a new floating deck from scratch and rebuilt a PC. Heh.


In better news, [livejournal.com profile] madscot your parcel came! My face was literally :D :D when I opened it up. SECOND BEST PRESENT EVER!!! (Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] torasin still gets top notch for a much wanted and needed DVI KVM :P) *wears it about the house and swanks in speechless glee*

*snort*

Mar. 15th, 2010 01:01 am
taleya: (Default)
Forgot to mention, I apparently have a new nickname at work.

"Piggybank"

(because I keep saving people's bacon)

After some of the stuff I've sorted over this weekend (including a deeeeeeeeeelightful argument with EasyCGI that YES, they were responsible for the registration of [livejournal.com profile] pontisbright's domain because it was done via SRS through a reseller agreement with webstrike and they took over that agreement when they bought it out - no, don't argue this with me you little pissant, I know it's absolute fact because I used to WORK FOR THE GODDAMN COMPANY IN QUESTION, RIGHT UP TO THE POINT YOU ATE IT) ....... I think it's rather apt

*piggyswishes*


Edit: Here. Have some violin wangst.

*snort*

Mar. 15th, 2010 01:01 am
taleya: (Default)
Forgot to mention, I apparently have a new nickname at work.

"Piggybank"

(because I keep saving people's bacon)

After some of the stuff I've sorted over this weekend (including a deeeeeeeeeelightful argument with EasyCGI that YES, they were responsible for the registration of [livejournal.com profile] pontisbright's domain because it was done via SRS through a reseller agreement with webstrike and they took over that agreement when they bought it out - no, don't argue this with me you little pissant, I know it's absolute fact because I used to WORK FOR THE GODDAMN COMPANY IN QUESTION, RIGHT UP TO THE POINT YOU ATE IT) ....... I think it's rather apt

*piggyswishes*


Edit: Here. Have some violin wangst.
taleya: (Rats)
Man, 8 friggin' rats and it's always her. Demon child!

This time she seems to have landed herself an ear infection - last night she was stumbling sideways and has a head tilt. Most likely from when we had the Rat Pool (paint roller tray filled with water and frozen corn and peas) set up on Sunday and she took an impromptu dive headfirst into the bloody thing.

Called the vet today at work, trying to suss out if it was worth bringing her in for a steroid shot to reduce the inflammation* He agreed with my diagnosis, and said to do the two week course of Vibravet and Baytril (which we were planning on anyway) and if she wasn't improved as early as tomorrow, bring her in for the shot. She's doing a bit better tonight, but man, she is decidedly Not Happy. I don't see any point in having her in pain for no damned reason, so it's in to work late and a shot in her rump tomorrow.

Arghh. Of course, the servers that I'm watching tend to misbehave the most in the morning, don't they? And guess when Shaw's available until Monday? Mornings only. _-_

Thankfully Nalin (who's supposed to be on bloody holidays, the poor bastard) has agreed to watch over the bastard servers I'm babysitting for him from home via VPN while I nip up and then in late, and [livejournal.com profile] torasin and I are hashing out the details for tomorrow - he's offered to take her in himself, but 1) Mme Control Freak (moi) wants to talk to the vet and check some things, and 2) A shot in the rump will equal a freaked out and pissed off Beans. And [livejournal.com profile] torasin traditionally does not deal too well with freaked out rats. Especially when they get bitey.

So...up, in, shot, get bitten, probably get [livejournal.com profile] torasin to take her home, run into work, have a day full of FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU and then fall over. I do lead a rich and fulfilling life.

And I owe Nalin BIIIIIG.


* Note for non-rat owners - an inner infection will cause a tilt of the head, stumbling, and general uncoordination from the pressure on the 8th intercranial nerve. A stroke and a pituitary tumour can do the same thing, but seeing as she's only got gross motor control issues and recently went swimming, it's more likely an infection. And considering I don't get paid until next Thursday and just paid the utility bills, with rent due Friday....THIS IS WHY I HAS A RAT SAVINGS ACCOUNT! :D
taleya: (Rats)
Man, 8 friggin' rats and it's always her. Demon child!

This time she seems to have landed herself an ear infection - last night she was stumbling sideways and has a head tilt. Most likely from when we had the Rat Pool (paint roller tray filled with water and frozen corn and peas) set up on Sunday and she took an impromptu dive headfirst into the bloody thing.

Called the vet today at work, trying to suss out if it was worth bringing her in for a steroid shot to reduce the inflammation* He agreed with my diagnosis, and said to do the two week course of Vibravet and Baytril (which we were planning on anyway) and if she wasn't improved as early as tomorrow, bring her in for the shot. She's doing a bit better tonight, but man, she is decidedly Not Happy. I don't see any point in having her in pain for no damned reason, so it's in to work late and a shot in her rump tomorrow.

Arghh. Of course, the servers that I'm watching tend to misbehave the most in the morning, don't they? And guess when Shaw's available until Monday? Mornings only. _-_

Thankfully Nalin (who's supposed to be on bloody holidays, the poor bastard) has agreed to watch over the bastard servers I'm babysitting for him from home via VPN while I nip up and then in late, and [livejournal.com profile] torasin and I are hashing out the details for tomorrow - he's offered to take her in himself, but 1) Mme Control Freak (moi) wants to talk to the vet and check some things, and 2) A shot in the rump will equal a freaked out and pissed off Beans. And [livejournal.com profile] torasin traditionally does not deal too well with freaked out rats. Especially when they get bitey.

So...up, in, shot, get bitten, probably get [livejournal.com profile] torasin to take her home, run into work, have a day full of FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU and then fall over. I do lead a rich and fulfilling life.

And I owe Nalin BIIIIIG.


* Note for non-rat owners - an inner infection will cause a tilt of the head, stumbling, and general uncoordination from the pressure on the 8th intercranial nerve. A stroke and a pituitary tumour can do the same thing, but seeing as she's only got gross motor control issues and recently went swimming, it's more likely an infection. And considering I don't get paid until next Thursday and just paid the utility bills, with rent due Friday....THIS IS WHY I HAS A RAT SAVINGS ACCOUNT! :D
taleya: (Emo Fag)
Still hot

Still not king.

Still overworked as fuck.

Apparently the company has enough to keep us going for six weeks before we need to start reconsidering. Yay. _-_

But if nothing else, the stress is doing wonders for my muses.
taleya: (Emo Fag)
Still hot

Still not king.

Still overworked as fuck.

Apparently the company has enough to keep us going for six weeks before we need to start reconsidering. Yay. _-_

But if nothing else, the stress is doing wonders for my muses.
taleya: (Work)
Eight and a half days, 107 hours. Sanity is no longer an option.

Bought all five seasons of the A-Team on DVD for less than $20 each though, and Vandread for $57, so that's a plus.

....I probably shouldn't watch murdock in this fruity mood though. I'll end up mooning people through the lift walls...

BTW, for those that know it, the MegaUpload account has been re-purchased for another year. LEECH AWAAAAAAAAAAAY.
taleya: (Work)
Eight and a half days, 107 hours. Sanity is no longer an option.

Bought all five seasons of the A-Team on DVD for less than $20 each though, and Vandread for $57, so that's a plus.

....I probably shouldn't watch murdock in this fruity mood though. I'll end up mooning people through the lift walls...

BTW, for those that know it, the MegaUpload account has been re-purchased for another year. LEECH AWAAAAAAAAAAAY.

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