thirty minutes means two and a half hours

At least with our Systems team. (and if they had hired Alan perhaps this wouldn't have happened?) They took down the Oracle platform to put in some updates, with the estimated time being half an hour. None of us took that seriously. In reality, it was two and a half hours. My suspicion is that the bloody thing wasn't tested properly. Our systems department is sometimes a joke. Like Monday when it took six people to move a printer. I kid you not. But hey at least it was funny.

Spent my evening working on rush disputes and chatting with coworkers about eight million things, trying to explain to someone online where they had misinterpreted my words, and drinking far too much caffiene. My head hurts now.

The saving grace of every day would have to be my friends. I'm glad to know them. Especially when we stand outside and smoke under the shadow of the parking garage, and tell weird stories and bad jokes.

Also, Smoove B, you need a livejournal so I can hassle you in more than one medium. We can call you the Anonymous Mouse or something like that. Come on. You know you want one.

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One of the highlights of last night I forgot to mention- Brett playing the Strongbad techno "The System is Down" remix while I hyperventilated from laughing so hard, and our lead just stared in baffled horror. Mwuhahah.

Going to see Underworld tonight. Fun fun. I hold no hopes that it will be brilliant, I just want undead and monsters and action sequences. (5:10, first of the two at the time listed at Gateway if you want to join us.)

let me say just once more

The internet is a damned cess pool.

I can't believe I even bothered explaining any of what was written here. Oh this makes me peevish. If there's something that I loathe more than pretentious self righteous psuedo hippies and their "I'm vegan because it's trendy" friends, it would be people who think everything is about them. Paranoid much? Fuck off.

My girlfriend has been a bloody model for heaven's sake and my fiance is precisely tall and lanky... argh. Alright, I'm going to walk away now and wash my hands of it. Pointless pointless pointless. Maybe it only bothers me so much because I'm sleep deprived, over caffienated and cranky.