Sunday, 11 February 2007
Recently, I seem to have misplaced the dog. I ask her where she is, expecting to see her waiting for me to take her outside. I get a little irked that she's not there since she was just whining to go out. Then I move slightly, look down, and realize she was there all along. Hidden by my massive pregnant self. I was prepared for losing the ability to see my feet, but not my dog. I have also recently kicked her a couple of times, not meaning to of course, its just that if she's standing in front of me, I can't see her and I kick her... I feel bad. However, given I have almost three months left to go, I don't see that there is a lot I can do. Maybe this will teach the stinker that hanging out around feet isn't a good idea.
This weekend was my first one on call for work. I realized its been around 7 years or so since I was last officially on call. So far, the pager and blackberry have gone off in the middle of the night, but there were no issues, and I got a call at 5:30 this morning to say that power had been restored early to a site that was having a planned outage. I may need to change the ringer on my phone. The lumberjack song is an odd way to wake up for work. Especially when its a random person from a building in Texas who doesn't understand why you don't know the name of the building. You know there is an office in Houston, but you've never actually seen it.
I also realized that I am closely related to Pusher. To figure out how to schedule the shutdown of a server because of planned power outage, I had to open up a piece of documentation. I found myself editing the dang thing. Their instead of there, random capitalization for no good reason. I'm a snob when it comes to business writing. I can screw up as much as I want on my blog, but if you write something for work, try not to look like you have a mere 4th grade education. We won't even get into my issues with borrow and lend. And its not like I'm the best at knowing what is right. I'm sure people who actually have degrees in the stuff cringe at my writing. Which I'm pretty sure makes it all the more sad how often I see people making stupid mistakes.
Just for the record, I'm not criticizing anyone's blogging, emails, evite, etc. We're all friends and anyone here who has actually read my casual writing can tell I'm horrible.
