Few day-to-day things from the week that passed.
Sysadmin’s normal week of hell.
Last office week was like a Halloween’s rehearsal. Performed explicitly for sysadmins, I suspect. Isn’t it a Murphy law, when they say: if something can go wrong, it will? However, boring details of this not worth mentioning. But we haven’t lost our sense of humor, so the systems still continue to work, and the admins – to drink coffee in dozens and have a laugh at the expense of the rest of the normal human beings. If I ever get fed up with the place I’m working at or of my colleagues, I have to be taken back here and reminded that there is no better place and no better people, then here. Because in truth - there isn’t. Honestly. I may not love my work so much, but I love those who make me to forget that I don’t love her on day-to-day basis.
“you know there is something wrong with your systems when you trying to do right things and they go wrong as of a sudden and that has nothing to do with the fact that you didn’t know what you’ve been doing in the first place”
“you know you are not normal, when you’ve been told you are not normal and you take it as a compliment”
A bedded matters...or mattress.
A new bed…now that may cause few brows to raise. There are many reasons for people to wish to get a new bed. Especially if it is a master’s bedroom. Before anyone starts to imagine bed sagged to the floor from the weights applied, or bed whose legs broke because of extra bouncing, or bed that begins to squeak furiously in protest to the X-rated scenes she has to watch each night, I have to clarify – it is just too old of a bed, that’s all. Not broken, not sagged and not even squeaky enough to make a reason for replacing. But replace her we wish. And so we spent whole day yesterday lying in bed…around the furniture shops. Sure one must try on first to see if it’s satisfies the comfort requirements. Not surprisingly, I’ve also learned a lot about beds, especially, mattresses. Apparently, it is a fascinated world – the world of mattresses. One would never imagine there are so many things to be aware of about them. I respect them for all the diversity in design and materials they’re made from. For all the invisible work they are doing behind the scenes of our backs, when we lie on them, how hard their life could be…I can see the soul behind this blend of springs and fillings…well, not really, but The Mattresses will never feel the same to me now. I can’t even think of all the possibilities to apply this knowledge, but certainly I can give myself the rank of the bachelor of Matt Ress Science and if you ever want to know the difference between v-springs and memory foam, give me a call. Oh, and to conclude about this – in the end we decided to buy our bed from the Internet.
Come Home Plane Trap
In yesterday’s shopping I bought a summer discounted product, which I always wanted to have but grudged to spend so much money on. When summer’s over, the shops don’t want to keep these kind of things, so they drop a price to the buyable level. I bought for my joy a set of garden lights. The one that feeds from solar battery during the day light and then glow in the dark for few hours. You don’t need to plug them anywhere, just stick them into the ground and off they go – look like little glowing mushrooms growing on the flowerbed. They are not practical things, they are just for fun. Not much light from them, but plenty of joy. So yesterday I sure stick them all around the garden (I bought 10 of those) so when it was dark, my garden began to look like a landing strip – the colours of our choice were greens and blues. I now wonder if one day some lonely plane might take their glow for the welcoming lights of Heathrow and accidentally land in my garden…wouldn’t it be nice if I can keep the plane then and use it for my travels around the world? [~I’m now thinking of rearranging the set of my lights in a shape of runway in perspective – it will look bigger from the skies and might attract bigger planes]
Sysadmin’s normal week of hell.
Last office week was like a Halloween’s rehearsal. Performed explicitly for sysadmins, I suspect. Isn’t it a Murphy law, when they say: if something can go wrong, it will? However, boring details of this not worth mentioning. But we haven’t lost our sense of humor, so the systems still continue to work, and the admins – to drink coffee in dozens and have a laugh at the expense of the rest of the normal human beings. If I ever get fed up with the place I’m working at or of my colleagues, I have to be taken back here and reminded that there is no better place and no better people, then here. Because in truth - there isn’t. Honestly. I may not love my work so much, but I love those who make me to forget that I don’t love her on day-to-day basis.
“you know there is something wrong with your systems when you trying to do right things and they go wrong as of a sudden and that has nothing to do with the fact that you didn’t know what you’ve been doing in the first place”
“you know you are not normal, when you’ve been told you are not normal and you take it as a compliment”
A bedded matters...or mattress.
A new bed…now that may cause few brows to raise. There are many reasons for people to wish to get a new bed. Especially if it is a master’s bedroom. Before anyone starts to imagine bed sagged to the floor from the weights applied, or bed whose legs broke because of extra bouncing, or bed that begins to squeak furiously in protest to the X-rated scenes she has to watch each night, I have to clarify – it is just too old of a bed, that’s all. Not broken, not sagged and not even squeaky enough to make a reason for replacing. But replace her we wish. And so we spent whole day yesterday lying in bed…around the furniture shops. Sure one must try on first to see if it’s satisfies the comfort requirements. Not surprisingly, I’ve also learned a lot about beds, especially, mattresses. Apparently, it is a fascinated world – the world of mattresses. One would never imagine there are so many things to be aware of about them. I respect them for all the diversity in design and materials they’re made from. For all the invisible work they are doing behind the scenes of our backs, when we lie on them, how hard their life could be…I can see the soul behind this blend of springs and fillings…well, not really, but The Mattresses will never feel the same to me now. I can’t even think of all the possibilities to apply this knowledge, but certainly I can give myself the rank of the bachelor of Matt Ress Science and if you ever want to know the difference between v-springs and memory foam, give me a call. Oh, and to conclude about this – in the end we decided to buy our bed from the Internet.
Come Home Plane Trap
In yesterday’s shopping I bought a summer discounted product, which I always wanted to have but grudged to spend so much money on. When summer’s over, the shops don’t want to keep these kind of things, so they drop a price to the buyable level. I bought for my joy a set of garden lights. The one that feeds from solar battery during the day light and then glow in the dark for few hours. You don’t need to plug them anywhere, just stick them into the ground and off they go – look like little glowing mushrooms growing on the flowerbed. They are not practical things, they are just for fun. Not much light from them, but plenty of joy. So yesterday I sure stick them all around the garden (I bought 10 of those) so when it was dark, my garden began to look like a landing strip – the colours of our choice were greens and blues. I now wonder if one day some lonely plane might take their glow for the welcoming lights of Heathrow and accidentally land in my garden…wouldn’t it be nice if I can keep the plane then and use it for my travels around the world? [~I’m now thinking of rearranging the set of my lights in a shape of runway in perspective – it will look bigger from the skies and might attract bigger planes]