Back flow of advice
Part of the job description for parents, once past that initial nurturing phase is teaching. Or, as those in the cheap seats refer to it, lecturing. Giving advice, in firehouse quantities.
Over time, both parties desense; the parent can rant, day or night, and the child can ignore it (with increasing grace and politesse). Millennia of data, should anyone care to do a proper study.
And then, the day arrives. Finally, the child will begin to advise his mentor. Fair is fair, etc. A wise parent, after the initial discomfort, will listen. After all, the trainer was wise and so the student shall be. “Come on, Dad and Mom” should serve as the clarion call. Everything does have a season.
Moving right along. At work we have received a new server. Geek celebration. Although I stood back to record the moment, the others were in there up to the proverbial elbows. Checking out the documentation. Counting hardware bits for the mounting rails. Lifting the 2U over their heads (three of them) to get things placed in the rack. Configuration begins at dawn, probably. I won’t be there that early.
Funny that nobody proposed a burn-in period by setting up a gaming server. Are we all getting too old for the fun part of our profession? Maybe there’s a new role for the old server? Or maybe the workload right now is just too heavy for “hours of fun for all of the family”.
Son #2 stopped by for supper. Given how seldom that happens, worth a mention.
