Conversations with a madwoman

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.

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????

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

Ok, I may well wake up tomorrow and go "what the fuck" and I have gotten little sleep and have been digging about in rubbish all day, and I'm about to crash so I can't be arsed watching the eps again atm but....

Did they ever actually refer to the bad guys as "the silence"? In the actual episodes, as opposed to fanon.

Because....

( Specific spoilers for 6.01 and 6.02 )
*blinks*

ok, I have got to get sleep.

The more I think about it, the more pissed I am at the government definition of marriage. (moreso than usual)

The one that denies legitimate couples a basic fucking right.

The one that legally must be cited at my marriage as part of the ceremony.

On this, of all days, I am NOT going to pander to your stupid, senseless, arrogant bigotry. The more I think about it, the more pissed I get. At the moment I'm pretty damned well thermonuclear. By the time the actual ceremony rolls around I will be SETTING SHIT ON FIRE

Jesus rose to power again, gaining disciples and the new name of King Arthur. His disciples were known as the Twelve Knights of the Last Supper Table.

Cannot...breathe....



(Actually there is some truth in some of those conspiracies. Unfortunately it's buried under so much crap it's nigh unrecognisable)

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

( GOD )

........

I blame cute. Entirely.