Randomly unplugging my network
Off to work in the dark, as the clock change negates several months of solar progress. Oddly enough, the only province that has a purely agricultural vocation (SK) doesn’t bother with such patent foolishness. The older I get, the less I am accepting of legislative tomfoolery. My pardon to anyone named Tom.
The day at work was longer than usual; I had drawn the “short straw” and had to stay for an evening videoconference. One of those meetings where time does slow down. How many times can I listen to a group of people politely asking each other “What I think you mean to say…”. Neither a question nor an affirmation.
During the day, I tried to deal with random network outages. Situations where a station or a printer seemed to be connected, but the communications weren’t constant. There are ways of troubleshooting things like that, and I’m no beginner, but when I arrived down by the network room and discovered that a junior technician had been “rationalizing” our switch rack, when I noticed a pile of patch cords on the floor, my humour was pushed to the limits of politeness.
Our bus passed a delivery truck on the way home. Two men dropping off bags. Their stress level was visibly high, but the Brinks logo on the van explained much. I’m fortunate that my stress is simulated; no danger of projectiles where I “play”. I guess.
We’re now into the time of year where I pay close attention to the disappearing snow. Here’s a recap of the last five years, same date, same time:
