I’m only going to throw up onto this WordPress site a short blog post today. Why so brief? Well…I’ve been feeling rough all day and today was particularly hard at work. It’s not always the easiest thing to do to reinstall bespoke software and databases on new servers after you wake up with a banging migraine.
No more moaning from me about my ailments. I have things to be thankful for this week.
After sixteen years of marriage to her mother, Yasmin announced on Christmas Day to Gloria and I that she would no longer be calling me Harry. Instead she will call me Dad.
Yesterday, she met me at work as she wanted me to help her renew her car insurance. I was introducing Yasmin to the Technical Director as Gloria’s daughter – he got on with Gloria well when she was also working at the same place as me – and I realised that I wasn’t sure how to introduce her from now on.
After she left for her flat I exchanged a WhatsApp message with Yasmin (I wish she’d use Telegram) and checked with her how she wants me to refer to her in the future. She wants me to introduce her as my daughter.
So there you have it. Yasmin is my little one. Yes, she’s less than a month from her 24th birthday, but she is my little one.
I would love to have a second little one, but that’s another story.
Yesterday for me was a really annoying day at work.
I won’t bore everyone with the details so I’ll just throw out one phrase that I don’t want to see again when I’m the only one left working in the office late at night – “You can only specify the READPAST lock in the READ COMMITTED or REPEATABLE READ isolation levels”
In case any SQL experts are passing…no, I don’t need any help with this now.
Where the heck were you last night when I did need you?
It was several months ago that I told the Operations Director and the Customer Services Manager that I would work better if there was a mini cocktail bar behind my desk.
There’s enough space between my chair and the window for one. I suppose that the reason that my request has never been fulfilled is that they’re worried that I’d never go home; but I definitely would.
If I stayed in the office I might end up doing a lot more work than I’m paid to do.
The cleaners were vacuuming around me at 8 o’clock and I was nowhere near finished. ‘Oh well, I’m locking the building and setting the alarm again,’ I thought (like most evenings).
One of the cleaners said to me that I must really love my job. “I wouldn’t be working at this time.”
“You’re here!” I pointed out to him.
I was prepared for yesterday being a late one, but Señora SQL Replication (actually, she probably isn’t Spanish) added an hour or two onto my anticipated workday. I’d cooked my tea the night before of lamb chops, boiled new potatoes and peas and came home to add a couple of slices of bread and two fried eggs. And when I did get to finally eat it, I had started to feel quite hungry and the plate failed to satisfy. I ended up eating too many biscuits with my evening RedBush tea.
Oh well, I managed to leave early today after speaking to the Senior Project Manager. I wonder who’s locking up the office tonight? Actually, I’m not really that bothered.