After taking Friday off, I’ve got 48 hours of vacation time left to use by April 18th. That means some time next month I’m going to need to take an entire week off.
A whole week. A whole week of not working. I mean, that’s like 9 days of not rebooting any servers, listening to some developer bitch about some new problem they injected into the servers that I have to diagnose, or trying to make sense of the clusterfuck that is our multiple apache configurations. No NetApp calls. Nothing.
I don’t think I can do it.
I mean yeah, I could stand to take a week off. It would be nice to really decompress instead of just faking it over the weekend.
I could go shooting. A lot. If the bars that I liked were open that early, I could drink. A lot.
I basically just learned how to not work on the weekends.
In any case, we finally moved to the new office a couple weeks ago. It sucks.
Well, the building is actually pretty cool, and our Dev server room is almost 3 times as large as our old one. But we’ve got these horrible half-height 6×6 cubicles with absolutely no storage for all my books/software/pr0n. But we’ve got a cable closet! and it’s still almost pristine! I’ve also got a penguin candle, my linux staff (a foam pool tube with a plush penguin at the top), and a squeezy penguin for stress relief. The two smaller penguins have taken to mysteriously dissapearing from the edge of my cube and ending up at a certain desk in the Member Services area.
This certain person, we’ll call him Steve, has been warned that it’s a bad idea to piss off someone with all kinds of access to all kinds of systems. The Dev manager gave a quick rundown that he found out that I retalliate in the extreme. When asked what I did, he said “He locked me out of the building,” and I said, “On both of his cards.” Steve scoffed at this and said that he wasn’t scared, and helped my penguins to dissapear again.
I set Steve’s connection to 10mb Half duplex for about 5 minutes. No penguins. So I disabled his port. Soon after, Steve comes over to Cubed Mission Control to inform us that he had, quite suddenly, lost internet connectivity. I looked at him, and then looked at the lonely edge that awaited the return of the penguins.
Just before I had to spell it out for him in crayon, he walks off and returns with my missing penguins. Magically his internet works again, and all is well. Steve and I had a talk about how he felt about losing his internet connection. I relate to him how lucky he is that I stopped there, and then recite the tale of Dev Manager vs. Angry Unix Admin.
It still didn’t get through, and he made mention that he could crack into my desktop and laptop. I let him know that I didn’t have to crack into his desktop because I already had access. He said he really wouldn’t get into my machines because he had ethics. I let him know that I had no such qualms.
My penguins remain.
