Middle of the weekend
A day mostly of chores and errands, starting with finding the mislaid box of checks so I could reload the checkbook and bleed the account with a volley of new papercuts. I'm trying to keep from falling into the maddening trap of checking my auctions every five minutes. With over a day to go, despite much nosing around going on behind the scenes, to all outside observations it looks as if the first 16 of the 25 lots are getting no attention. The real action often only happens during the final few hours -- often just the last few minutes. Paying too much attention too early in the process... it's the watched pot. Obviously I'm hoping for them to take off, but my watching them isn't going to help any of that.
At least I'm not stuck with a pre-blown weekend, as CryptLeak is.
A program crash took out a major, critical mass of information. Despite spending thousands per quarter for a "service"/"support" contract, the software company made a shrug that took most of the week to make definitive and left it all in our company's hands to restore the data and make the necessary fixes. He and members of our accounting department are plugging away through the weekend without even a gaurantee they'll be in a state to resume normal operations by Monday. Ugh.
A peripheral story came up on Friday.
Our field inspectors frequently make a point of swinging by the office late on Friday to complete and submit their timesheets so they don't need to do it after work on Monday. Unfortunately, the systems tied into our timesheets were the ones damaged and inaccessible, so while there was some attempt to get the word around to those in the field not to bother coming in if it was simply for that reason, we had a few who didn't get the word. I had Mike T. type up a quick "Until further notice..." notice and tape copies to all of the monitors so no one would try to access those programs when they came in.
One of those who did come in, dutiful and unaware, was Chris W. Had he known the system was down he would have just headed home, but that wasn't the case so he headed out along Rt 113... where a deer leapt in front of his car and died in a bloody mess. Chris was still shaking when he came into the office. That's a scene that's going to keep playing in his head for a while.
So, yeah. I know at least a few people whose weekends were off to pretty lousy starts.
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This just in from the Could Be Worse department...