My Addled Brain

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So, this has been a strange week. I got the new section for the database pretty much sewed up on Tuesday, and was beginning my long-awaited retooling of old pages in the system (I love cleaning up code, which only goes to prove that I am, in fact, the biggest geek I know) when I get a call on the phone from our company VP. "Got any plans this weekend?" he asks me enthusiastically.

Uh oh.

"Nothing firmed up yet," I told him. Which was the truth, I hadn’t exactly figured out what I was doing yet. Not that having plans would have mattered.

"Well, we need you to head over to Houston for a week."

So, here I sit, in the exact chair I sat in a year and a half ago, taking the exact same calls I took a year and a half ago, the result of higher-ups conspiring against me. Well, maybe not conspiring, but whatever. Basically, I’m covering for the person who took my job when I left here, while he goes and gets married. It’s not a terribly difficult job: do technical support for our field techs, fix computers that come into the office, set up appointments for networks - that sort of thing. I know I’ve left a lot out here, but I have a feeling the website is going to get a LOT of updates this week for some reason…

Wow, am I rambling today.

Don’t think I’m not going to enjoy myself while I’m out here. I most certainly am. But I KNOW I’ll be spending almost all of my time on the Nextel walking techs through a basic cable modem installation. You try to do that while getting a lap dance sometime - it’s not nearly as easy as you might think.

On to other things. Last post, I completely forgot to mention that I was attending the wedding of one Shawn O’Shea and Richard Creed. In my opinion, and excuse to bust out my suit is a good one, and I was happy to be in attendance. Shawn looked absolutely beautiful (which isn’t very hard for her, she’s one of the most attractive women I’ve ever met), and Richard’s a pretty swell guy in his own right. They got married and had their reception at the Rusty Pelican, which sounds suspiciously like a bar where people still say "matey", but is in fact a rather nice restaurant. Everyone had a great time except Eric, who got sick. Since he and I drove to the wedding together, I had to leave early, but everything was wonderful, and I wish Shawn and Richard the best.

Links have been updated. More later.