Category Archives: Work

My job cracks me up

Coworker: Did she seem satisfied when she left?
Me: Oh yeah, she’s fine.
Coworker: She’ll probably want me to stick it in. Is it hard?
Me: No, you just open the box and slide it in.
Coworker: That’s it?
Me: Yeah, just open the box, find a slot, and slide it in. Easy as pie.
Coworker: Oh, I can do that.

(Context: a customer had come in with a wireless PCI card she’d bought, wanting to show it to us to see if it would work. For some reason, all the vocab – hard, box, slot, etc. – suddenly struck me as being fucking hysterical.

Yes, you’re right. It’s late. I’m out.)

iPod Love

In which I absolutely gush about an electronic device you don’t give a shit about.

I haven’t been doing much with the blog these past two days because I’ve been playing with my new iPod. Doin’ stuff like finding missing music and putting it back in my collection, adding album art, updating tags, putting anything redneck into a folder to go on Brett’s iPod (he got my old mini) etc. etc. etc. It’s fairly labor-intensive.

Oh, plus work’s been busy too, but whatever. RDSL installations, cross-connections, DSLAM ports, customers wanting to have me walk them through changing their damn email settings (LOOK IT UP ON THE FUCKING SUPPORT SITE, THAT’S WHAT IT’S THERE FOR!), employees calling me to look port numbers or circuit IDs up for them: whatEVer. Back to iTunes.

My music library is so hot. It’s all organized and tagged and shit ~ I can hardly stand myself. (Good thing there aren’t any busses in this town, because I’d probably get hit by one the minute I step outside: that’s how nice my ID3 tags are.)

Ah SHIT

In which it’s actually my own damn fault.

Apparently I let my computer auto-dial the long distance number to my ISP from 8/21 through 9/10.

This is so unlike me. I mean, I work at an ISP, I know better than to call Fairfield when I can call Douds for free. I only ever dial the Fairfield POP to troubleshoot connectivity problems!

Anyway, long story short: my phone bill, usually less than $30 per month, is $225.45 this month.

Fuck. Me.

Nothing

In which… ah, fuck it.

The entire point of yesterday’s post was to get Truck to comment. He did not. Bitch.

Today: I got up, cleaned house, meditated, napped, ate leftover enchiladas, and cleaned more house. I’ve done more laundry than you can shake a stick at. I got rid of the cat pee smell in the living room (but I honestly don’t know what did it – I just cleaned and/or vacuumed and/or laundered everything and now it’s gone). I swept. I dusted. I de-cobwebbed. I even scrubbed the tray under the dish drainer.

Outside it’s overcast and dreary. The leaves are turning stunning colors and then falling immediately to their deaths. Brett’s dog Stella has been lounging in my jeep since 1:30 and will not get out no matter what I tell her.

I’m going to town to buy groceries. I will probably have a cocktail first. As always, I love the word “cocktail.” Cocktail!

My dad will arrive sometime this weekend.

Data Center

In which I’m a total fucking geek.

Since Shegeki put a picture of a rack on his blog today, I decided to do it too. Here are a few images of the data center where I work.

cobalts
Cobalt Web Servers

The bright blue servers on the right are the stupid Cobalt RAQ web servers that I hate to death. Goblinbox has, in the past few years, lived on three of those four remaining servers, and I ended up having to move it because each time the server fucked up in some major way and my site wouldn’t work.

Lately, Buzzdoctor and I have been moving customers off of these boxes – an astonishingly boring and tedious procedure because it’s not automated and it involves contacting customers – and eventually we hope to shut them down, take them out of their racks, and shoot them with automatic weapons until they explode spectacularly.

Once I spent hours trapped in the data center on the phone with Cobalt tech support. I finally made it through to their third tier support and enjoyed flirting with the geek who was helping me… but the problem – scripts wouldn’t run – never did get solved and we had to wipe the box and start with a fresh install, which sucked and took a long damn time and wouldn’t have happened if there’d been a patch.

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Big Brown Digital Switch

This is a big brown thing. It’s telephony gear. I don’t know much about it other than it’s a digital switch and there’s some kind of voice traffic in there. I remember something about ATM from the meetings a few years ago, too. I like it mainly because brown is my favorite color, and also because Lance (the guy who started this company) was so cute and geeked out when he told me he’d bought the whole thing for pennies on the dollar from some poor defunct CLEC.

Total Control
Total Control

This is the Total Control chassis. When you use a computer to call one of this ISP‘s dial-up numbers, you get connected to this thing. All those stacked green lights indicate that customers are connected – I think each green light represents 8 or 12 customers, and each card has 12 lights. (Or something. I haven’t had anything to do with this chassis in three or four years, but once upon a time I knew how to get into the thing via its management interface and was on call three days a week in case it went down.)

Anyway, if you were to pull one of those cards it would disconnect a whole bunch of dial-up customers all at once. I’ve had occasion to pull active cards out before, and it’s deeply satisfying knowing that you just disconnected like a hundred porn downloads in one fell swoop.

Bonus: My Favorite Working-at-an-ISP Story

Years ago, Sam and I had to replace the aged UPS at one of the POPs. We walked up to a bank of whirring, flashing, humming equipment… and yanked the plug out of the wall. It took 45 seconds for the whole thing to spin down to silence. It was so, so fun disconnecting an entire town’s worth of Internet traffic all at once! OOH, THE POWER!

We had the new UPS in and everything booting back up within seconds, so the outage was probably less than three minutes, but still. The power, people. The power. It’s why I love knowing that I could read anybody’s email. I mean, I never do (because how boring would that be!), but I could.

Deep Thoughts

In which I review all the big stuff. Did I mention I think I’m having a mid-life crisis?

Basically, in reviewing my life, I suddenly noticed a few trends. A couple of things popped into my head with disturbing clarity while I was talking with my friend Deb in New York, and a few more have become clear in the few weeks since then.

One thing I’ve noticed is that I feel much more fabulous than I should when I’m on vacation. Vacation should be fun, of course, but when it’s so much better that you don’t even miss your real life, you have to suspect that something’s up.

Another thing I’ve noticed is that I have no panic symptoms when I’m on vacation by myself.

Another thing I’ve noticed is that when I’m away, anything and everything feels possible. When I think about moving, getting a job, finding a place to live, getting a gig, even dealing with the farm property, it all seems like nothing more than a little work. But when I’m here, oh my God, it all feels like a fucking vortex, an albatross, an impossibly heavy ball and chain. We’ll never get the remodel done, we’ll never get through all the shit we need to do to get out of here, we’re stuck here for the next eight years. Continue reading Deep Thoughts

eyeOS

eyeOSToday I installed eyeOS. It’s a web-based OS. It’s really cute. It could grow up to be pretty neato someday.

Right now, I have literally no idea what to do with it.

But you can play with it by clicking here and logging in with guest / guest. There’s a text editor, an address book, a browser, a calculator, and cute wallpaper. Have fun!

RANTS IS BACK!!!

I’ve made an executive decision, and rants is back! Visit Rants 8 now! Yes, you have to register again. No, I didn’t salvage the content from Rants 7. Yes, it’ll be wonderful anway. No, I don’t care about losing all of our content again. (Actually, it’s not lost. I know right where it is.)

Oh, just go register and start ranting, will you?