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catsidheToday has been several of those days: they've ganged up on me.
First I bust a gut getting to a 9:00 meeting with some guys setting up for a tele-conference (that is, a conference where the keynote is over video conference from Bonn), which was dumped on me because the guy who would be looking after that sort of thing is at ITIL training until Wednesday. Having got there, I stood around while these two figured out that the lecture theatre would not, in fact, suitable, nor is the equipment therein capable of doing what they need. They had gotten into discussing aspects of particular stochastic differential functions when I told them that there was nothing more I could do for them, they had things under control and I had other stuff to do, and left with their blessings.
Then when I actually logged on and checked my email for the first time, I saw, inter alia, a broadcast email saying that “[my boss] will be working in the [other center] today, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catsidhe will be doing so this afternoon.”
It would have been nice if she had actually told me directly. This was like finding out that you'd been drafted from a newspaper, and they never even bothered to send you a letter. And you are supposed to front up in half an hour...
So I drop into morning tea, to find out that one of my co-workers has gotten himself another job in another faculty, and more power to him. Bastard. And trying to finish up setting up a computer to make an image for a lab for a conference (another conference) starting tomorrow. I only found out about its existence on Wednesday, no pressure. It looks like I've got everything I need installed, so I start taking the image. And start setting up another computer. And deal with various walk-ins. And try to find time to call boss to find out if she really does expect me (I was supposed to be scheduled tomorrow and Wednesday afternoons...) and when. “Yes, now.” “Can I have lunch first?” “OK.” Small mercies.
As I'm leaving, otherboss comes in with people from conference, to show them the image. Which is still — after more than an hour — having the image sucked up. He's doing this because the guy who would be doing it is at ITIL training until Wednesday. I explain what I have done, then flee.
So I'm on Helldesk duty: answering the phone with vanishingly little ability to do anything about anything. Boss has commandeered the computer I usually sit at, so I have to usekitling's PC. Trackballs are weird. I'm doing this duty because the rest of the people who would be doing it are doing ITIL training until Wednesday.
Not long after starting, I find out two things: i. Quite a number of people are having trouble with one of the proxies, and ii. one-hundred and fifty boxes had just turned up in one of the buildings, which weren't expected until next week. otherboss dealt with that, which goes part way to explaining why he had a similar day to me.
Lots of phone calls later, the proxy seems to have sorted itself out. Other problems come in and are dealt with or buckpassed as is supposed to happen.
At 5:00 I call back to find out what's going on with the ghost. Otherboss informs me, wearily, that the template machine failed in the imaging, twice. From a bad disk read.
Fuck.
He says it's under control, more or less, and I persuade him that if it really is that screwed, it would be faster to do it again from scratch in situ, and it turns out that the conference isn't until Wednesday anyway, so there's a bullet dodged.
I wasn't in a position to appreciate it, though, because I by this point I felt like Death on toast, and did for the drive home, and after dinner and two strong coffees am now feeling almost fit to go to SCA heraldry.
Tomorrow, I expect more-or-less the same.
And I'm still glad I don't have to do ITIL training... again.
First I bust a gut getting to a 9:00 meeting with some guys setting up for a tele-conference (that is, a conference where the keynote is over video conference from Bonn), which was dumped on me because the guy who would be looking after that sort of thing is at ITIL training until Wednesday. Having got there, I stood around while these two figured out that the lecture theatre would not, in fact, suitable, nor is the equipment therein capable of doing what they need. They had gotten into discussing aspects of particular stochastic differential functions when I told them that there was nothing more I could do for them, they had things under control and I had other stuff to do, and left with their blessings.
Then when I actually logged on and checked my email for the first time, I saw, inter alia, a broadcast email saying that “[my boss] will be working in the [other center] today, and
catsidhe will be doing so this afternoon.”It would have been nice if she had actually told me directly. This was like finding out that you'd been drafted from a newspaper, and they never even bothered to send you a letter. And you are supposed to front up in half an hour...
So I drop into morning tea, to find out that one of my co-workers has gotten himself another job in another faculty, and more power to him. Bastard. And trying to finish up setting up a computer to make an image for a lab for a conference (another conference) starting tomorrow. I only found out about its existence on Wednesday, no pressure. It looks like I've got everything I need installed, so I start taking the image. And start setting up another computer. And deal with various walk-ins. And try to find time to call boss to find out if she really does expect me (I was supposed to be scheduled tomorrow and Wednesday afternoons...) and when. “Yes, now.” “Can I have lunch first?” “OK.” Small mercies.
As I'm leaving, otherboss comes in with people from conference, to show them the image. Which is still — after more than an hour — having the image sucked up. He's doing this because the guy who would be doing it is at ITIL training until Wednesday. I explain what I have done, then flee.
So I'm on Helldesk duty: answering the phone with vanishingly little ability to do anything about anything. Boss has commandeered the computer I usually sit at, so I have to use
kitling's PC. Trackballs are weird. I'm doing this duty because the rest of the people who would be doing it are doing ITIL training until Wednesday.Not long after starting, I find out two things: i. Quite a number of people are having trouble with one of the proxies, and ii. one-hundred and fifty boxes had just turned up in one of the buildings, which weren't expected until next week. otherboss dealt with that, which goes part way to explaining why he had a similar day to me.
Lots of phone calls later, the proxy seems to have sorted itself out. Other problems come in and are dealt with or buckpassed as is supposed to happen.
At 5:00 I call back to find out what's going on with the ghost. Otherboss informs me, wearily, that the template machine failed in the imaging, twice. From a bad disk read.
Fuck.
He says it's under control, more or less, and I persuade him that if it really is that screwed, it would be faster to do it again from scratch in situ, and it turns out that the conference isn't until Wednesday anyway, so there's a bullet dodged.
I wasn't in a position to appreciate it, though, because I by this point I felt like Death on toast, and did for the drive home, and after dinner and two strong coffees am now feeling almost fit to go to SCA heraldry.
Tomorrow, I expect more-or-less the same.
And I'm still glad I don't have to do ITIL training... again.
