Two weeks from hell.....
Sorry that I haven't written in a while.
So, I started my new job. That's an understatement. The first week was a nightmare. The company had hired some consultants in Atlanta to manage changing out the server and installing a new firewall. That whole week before the new server was in, it was impossible to get anything done. We could have no more than maybe 2 people logged in at a time. Turns out when the guys in Atlanta changed out the server and cleaned up the other stuff there, all the servers were completely infested with viruses/spyware/trojans...you name it, we probably had it. Turns out the old IT guy hadn't patched the servers in 2 fucking years?!@#$! That's got to be the dumbest shit I've ever fucking heard in my life. That weekend I worked no less than 12 hours on both Saturday and Sunday. And we still had lots of issues last week.
Things have calmed down quite a bit. Now with the new server online people are able to work now. We still have big issues though. Hopefully if the final two outstanding issues can get resolved by the vendors who are supposed to take care of their shit in the first place, everyone (myself included) will be alot happier.
Last weekend was a whole fucking story in and of itself. I'll just say that it was totally crazy, and it was a fucking blast. We need to do that more often.
Now I'm all worried cuz I got something in the mail today saying that the Post Office has a certified letter from the Sheriff? What Sheriff? What did I do now? Now I'm fucking paranoid. Roxanne said that if it were something really serious they just would have come and arrested me already. I guess she's right, I just have anxiety issues. That's an understatement.
Roxanne just turned off the PBS thing that I was watching, so I don't get to watch the finale of the Firebird. It's my favorite part.
Cya l8r.
So, I started my new job. That's an understatement. The first week was a nightmare. The company had hired some consultants in Atlanta to manage changing out the server and installing a new firewall. That whole week before the new server was in, it was impossible to get anything done. We could have no more than maybe 2 people logged in at a time. Turns out when the guys in Atlanta changed out the server and cleaned up the other stuff there, all the servers were completely infested with viruses/spyware/trojans...you name it, we probably had it. Turns out the old IT guy hadn't patched the servers in 2 fucking years?!@#$! That's got to be the dumbest shit I've ever fucking heard in my life. That weekend I worked no less than 12 hours on both Saturday and Sunday. And we still had lots of issues last week.
Things have calmed down quite a bit. Now with the new server online people are able to work now. We still have big issues though. Hopefully if the final two outstanding issues can get resolved by the vendors who are supposed to take care of their shit in the first place, everyone (myself included) will be alot happier.
Last weekend was a whole fucking story in and of itself. I'll just say that it was totally crazy, and it was a fucking blast. We need to do that more often.
Now I'm all worried cuz I got something in the mail today saying that the Post Office has a certified letter from the Sheriff? What Sheriff? What did I do now? Now I'm fucking paranoid. Roxanne said that if it were something really serious they just would have come and arrested me already. I guess she's right, I just have anxiety issues. That's an understatement.
Roxanne just turned off the PBS thing that I was watching, so I don't get to watch the finale of the Firebird. It's my favorite part.
Cya l8r.