The thrill of victory...
So...two minor events have happened this week. A large majority of you (like, 2 of you) know about atleast one of them and only a small majority (yeah, 1) of you know about the other.
Life in Scottville was as it should be. I woke up in the morning, went to work, came home, went to bed and did various other things in between such as sleep, eat, shower, shave...and just about everything else that normal people do in any given day. The horrible routine of life was given a shocking jolt off it's tracks on Wednesday morning.
Monday night, (yes, I realize I've backtracked further than I started out...but all of this needs to be said so that I can properly set up the story, dear reader!) I received a phone call from Neighbor that went something like this:
"Scott, Star Wars comes out on DVD tomorrow and *Local Video Store* is going to be open at midnight to sell it. Are you going?"
"Man, I don't know. I thought about just waiting till tomorrow to get it after work and all."
"Well, *9 year old son of Neighbor* is going."
"Hmm...if he's going, I'm going."
So, we went. Of course, we were the only individuals there at 10:30 pm waiting for the store to open at 12. Unfortunately, we were the only individuals there at 11:50 when the little lady dressed as Darth Vader (youch) let us in (I say we were the only people there...there were actually people waiting in their cars, but we were the only idiots waiting by the door). So, we went inside, bought our stuff, said "Bye" to Darth Vader (who was trying to breathe like Vader did in the movies...she's so cool) and left.
Being the geek that I am, I also purchased Star Wars Battlefront (first person shooter based on the Star Wars world). I got home at about 12:15 and installed it and played till almost 2. (We're getting to the point of my story now, dear reader...don't worry). I went to bed knowing full well that work the next day was not going to be much fun...nor would the 6:30 am alarm.
So, the next day at work was a complete blur. I know I was at work, and I know that I talked to people...but what about and what I did, I have no clue. Every day, I prove to myself that I'm getting older. Anyway...on with the story. I went home early that day because I was getting a haircut and running errands. Those done, I went home and played said game until about 8, at which time I decided I was too tired to breathe anymore, and I went to bed. (Keep reading, it's next).
Ok, so...as is my custom, I put the clothes that I would be wearing the next day on the floor next to my bed so that I wouldn't have to waste time looking for clothes. The whole "I can't see, and I'm barely awake, but I HAVE to pick out clothes!" thing is something I like to skip. Anyway...I picked up my clothes and went to take a shower. I toweled off and put on my clothes. This is where the story gets interesting...
*Please note...at this point, I was still trying to wake up, so not everything made sense*
After putting on my undershirt, I noticed, in the mirror, that my shirt had a bunch of tiny black dots that were moving. "Interesting," I said to myself, and I looked down. Imagine my horror at seeing easily over 100 fire ants crawling all over my shirt. I hurridly take off my shirt and jump back in the shower to wash off again, except this time it wasn't dirt I was removing, but ants. I got out of the shower again and went into my bedroom and turned on the light. Everything looked normal...that is, until I noticed my khaki pants. They seemed to be covered in dark stains or something. I take a closer look only to realize that those stains are hundreds of ants! They've infested my apartment! AAAAH!!! Bravely run away!!!
Well, that night, Neighbor and I attacked the apartment with 5 smoke bombs and then spent the next couple hours airing out the place. Needless to say, many a foe died that day. It was a bloody day on the battlefield that is the floor of my bedroom.
So, on with the second story which occured today (and therefor won't have as much of an intro as the last lengthy story).
This lady just started working where I work (as I've previously stated). Anyway, she FINALLY got her email request through and the IRC (information resource center) sent over one of their tech to set up the email address on her computer. Now, I know none of you realize this, but there are approximately 20 or so faculty here, all of which I set up the email accounts for on their computers without a single glitch. Well, as you can imagine, I was down there when IRC Guy came in to set up the email (complete with notes on how to do it correctly and stuff). So, I make way for him (I was trying to install the drivers for her printer) and he goes to work.
*Insert about 30 minutes of elapsed time*
So, I go back into that room and log in to finish the install of the drivers for the printer. Wait...I TRY to log in. My password doesn't work anymore. What's this?! I look at the guy and say, "Did you delete the admin account, or change it's password?" "I changed the password to *insert password here*." "That's nice..." I reply. "Wait," I say, "why do you have her logging into *Domain Name* instead of just logging in locally?" "It's going to be easier to do it this way. She'll get antivirus updates and stuff." (Dear reader, I've spent all summer long perfecting the Norton Antivirus Corporate Edition that is installed on the server in my building. I have it so that ALL updates are installed on ALL computers in the building EVERY TIME an update comes out.) So, I log in, finish the install and leave quite upset at this point.
*Insert about 2 hours of elapsed time*
The phone is ringing at my desk. I answer to hear New Lady say, "Hey Scott. Listen, that guy that worked on my computer earlier must have broken something. I can't seem to get into any of my programs at all anymore. I can't even check my email!" I sit there...with millions of replies going through my mind, and I say something to the effect of: "Yeah, I'm afraid I didn't work on your computer last and didn't break it. You're going to have to call the guy that broke it and see if he can undo what he did" and I hung up. (I know, that's not exactly what I said, but it's VERY close to the idea of what I said...sorry).
She talked to me later (this being about 3 hours after her phone call) and said, "That guy hasn't come back. I should have asked you to install the email stuff, shoulnd't I have?" "Yeah," I replied. "I installed it on everyone else's computer...it would have been no problem at all."
Well, that's been this week. As exciting as it sounds, I'm glad it's finally over.
-LT
Life in Scottville was as it should be. I woke up in the morning, went to work, came home, went to bed and did various other things in between such as sleep, eat, shower, shave...and just about everything else that normal people do in any given day. The horrible routine of life was given a shocking jolt off it's tracks on Wednesday morning.
Monday night, (yes, I realize I've backtracked further than I started out...but all of this needs to be said so that I can properly set up the story, dear reader!) I received a phone call from Neighbor that went something like this:
"Scott, Star Wars comes out on DVD tomorrow and *Local Video Store* is going to be open at midnight to sell it. Are you going?"
"Man, I don't know. I thought about just waiting till tomorrow to get it after work and all."
"Well, *9 year old son of Neighbor* is going."
"Hmm...if he's going, I'm going."
So, we went. Of course, we were the only individuals there at 10:30 pm waiting for the store to open at 12. Unfortunately, we were the only individuals there at 11:50 when the little lady dressed as Darth Vader (youch) let us in (I say we were the only people there...there were actually people waiting in their cars, but we were the only idiots waiting by the door). So, we went inside, bought our stuff, said "Bye" to Darth Vader (who was trying to breathe like Vader did in the movies...she's so cool) and left.
Being the geek that I am, I also purchased Star Wars Battlefront (first person shooter based on the Star Wars world). I got home at about 12:15 and installed it and played till almost 2. (We're getting to the point of my story now, dear reader...don't worry). I went to bed knowing full well that work the next day was not going to be much fun...nor would the 6:30 am alarm.
So, the next day at work was a complete blur. I know I was at work, and I know that I talked to people...but what about and what I did, I have no clue. Every day, I prove to myself that I'm getting older. Anyway...on with the story. I went home early that day because I was getting a haircut and running errands. Those done, I went home and played said game until about 8, at which time I decided I was too tired to breathe anymore, and I went to bed. (Keep reading, it's next).
Ok, so...as is my custom, I put the clothes that I would be wearing the next day on the floor next to my bed so that I wouldn't have to waste time looking for clothes. The whole "I can't see, and I'm barely awake, but I HAVE to pick out clothes!" thing is something I like to skip. Anyway...I picked up my clothes and went to take a shower. I toweled off and put on my clothes. This is where the story gets interesting...
*Please note...at this point, I was still trying to wake up, so not everything made sense*
After putting on my undershirt, I noticed, in the mirror, that my shirt had a bunch of tiny black dots that were moving. "Interesting," I said to myself, and I looked down. Imagine my horror at seeing easily over 100 fire ants crawling all over my shirt. I hurridly take off my shirt and jump back in the shower to wash off again, except this time it wasn't dirt I was removing, but ants. I got out of the shower again and went into my bedroom and turned on the light. Everything looked normal...that is, until I noticed my khaki pants. They seemed to be covered in dark stains or something. I take a closer look only to realize that those stains are hundreds of ants! They've infested my apartment! AAAAH!!! Bravely run away!!!
Well, that night, Neighbor and I attacked the apartment with 5 smoke bombs and then spent the next couple hours airing out the place. Needless to say, many a foe died that day. It was a bloody day on the battlefield that is the floor of my bedroom.
So, on with the second story which occured today (and therefor won't have as much of an intro as the last lengthy story).
This lady just started working where I work (as I've previously stated). Anyway, she FINALLY got her email request through and the IRC (information resource center) sent over one of their tech to set up the email address on her computer. Now, I know none of you realize this, but there are approximately 20 or so faculty here, all of which I set up the email accounts for on their computers without a single glitch. Well, as you can imagine, I was down there when IRC Guy came in to set up the email (complete with notes on how to do it correctly and stuff). So, I make way for him (I was trying to install the drivers for her printer) and he goes to work.
*Insert about 30 minutes of elapsed time*
So, I go back into that room and log in to finish the install of the drivers for the printer. Wait...I TRY to log in. My password doesn't work anymore. What's this?! I look at the guy and say, "Did you delete the admin account, or change it's password?" "I changed the password to *insert password here*." "That's nice..." I reply. "Wait," I say, "why do you have her logging into *Domain Name* instead of just logging in locally?" "It's going to be easier to do it this way. She'll get antivirus updates and stuff." (Dear reader, I've spent all summer long perfecting the Norton Antivirus Corporate Edition that is installed on the server in my building. I have it so that ALL updates are installed on ALL computers in the building EVERY TIME an update comes out.) So, I log in, finish the install and leave quite upset at this point.
*Insert about 2 hours of elapsed time*
The phone is ringing at my desk. I answer to hear New Lady say, "Hey Scott. Listen, that guy that worked on my computer earlier must have broken something. I can't seem to get into any of my programs at all anymore. I can't even check my email!" I sit there...with millions of replies going through my mind, and I say something to the effect of: "Yeah, I'm afraid I didn't work on your computer last and didn't break it. You're going to have to call the guy that broke it and see if he can undo what he did" and I hung up. (I know, that's not exactly what I said, but it's VERY close to the idea of what I said...sorry).
She talked to me later (this being about 3 hours after her phone call) and said, "That guy hasn't come back. I should have asked you to install the email stuff, shoulnd't I have?" "Yeah," I replied. "I installed it on everyone else's computer...it would have been no problem at all."
Well, that's been this week. As exciting as it sounds, I'm glad it's finally over.
-LT
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