Bumpy ride
Thirty minutes before leaving for home for a three-day weekend, a call center person phoned to say she couldn't log into the application that allowed her to receive called from the queue. I reset her phone, but it didn't work and the error message made no sense. As I was troubleshooting that, another employee called to say our main phone script (automated voice response system) wasn't work. I was able to fix that by refreshing the scripts, but couldn't sign in on my own application account.
I log into the server to see that it's hosed (see what I did there? I saved you from all the geek talk that you would've read as "geek geek geek geek, nerd, geek. Geek geek geek."). After we close at five, I try rebooting the server. It won't reboot. It also is located in a different building thirty miles away. Our second shift man makes the drive and power-cycles the server. Luck was on my side: the server booted and everything worked. I breathed a sigh of relief for not working this weekend.
Sleeping late helps soothes a great many heartaches and I slept as late as I could stand. Hubby's nummy breakfast scents made my tummy rumble. After watching Ultimate Avengers and Ultimate Avengers 2 (because Saturday Morning was made for super hero cartoons), I made a lovely pot of Goddess of Iron Mercy tea and drew a bath. The boys made their run to the video game shop (the boy's allowance was burning a hole in his pocket).
Now, I'm clean, dry, and smell of Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion. Our blu-ray DVD player has lost its damn mind and decided to play our pirated Doctor Who. "The Ambassadors of Death" makes me happy as a schoolgirl receiving her first jump rope. I love these stories - so inventive and clever. And British! The TARDIS had knick-knacks on the wall!
I log into the server to see that it's hosed (see what I did there? I saved you from all the geek talk that you would've read as "geek geek geek geek, nerd, geek. Geek geek geek."). After we close at five, I try rebooting the server. It won't reboot. It also is located in a different building thirty miles away. Our second shift man makes the drive and power-cycles the server. Luck was on my side: the server booted and everything worked. I breathed a sigh of relief for not working this weekend.
Sleeping late helps soothes a great many heartaches and I slept as late as I could stand. Hubby's nummy breakfast scents made my tummy rumble. After watching Ultimate Avengers and Ultimate Avengers 2 (because Saturday Morning was made for super hero cartoons), I made a lovely pot of Goddess of Iron Mercy tea and drew a bath. The boys made their run to the video game shop (the boy's allowance was burning a hole in his pocket).
Now, I'm clean, dry, and smell of Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion. Our blu-ray DVD player has lost its damn mind and decided to play our pirated Doctor Who. "The Ambassadors of Death" makes me happy as a schoolgirl receiving her first jump rope. I love these stories - so inventive and clever. And British! The TARDIS had knick-knacks on the wall!