Sunday, November 24

Author walljm

I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.

Last night, myself a couple of friends went out to eat and afterwards went to dairy queen for some icecream. While there, the girl behind the counter was really frazzeled, and we kinda gave her some trouble. I just wanted the world to know, and the girl if she ever reads this, that she was awesome and did a great job. thanks.

Its the problem that doesn’t end… it just goes on and on my friend… It just started happening, sybase doesn’t know why… and it just keeps no happening and i’m the guy, the guy… who must deal with the problem that doesn’t end…

There are some days when everything just seems to go wrong… then there are some weeks where the whole week is just shot. You’ll never guess what happened this morning. I didn’t say a word, they just told me, ‘Sybase isn’t working right’. The problem wasn’t quite as severe as last time, but it took all morning to recover. Then at around 3:00, I was getting ready to leave, and I had even gotten out the door and on the road when I got a call. Something wasn’t working right. The fix took four hours. I’ve worked 37 hours this…

Spring has gone… or will soon be gone. She isn’t a season, but a person, and a lovely one at that. <smile> For her I wrote a poem. enjoy, The Presence of Spring Tis difficult to refrain From jubilant laughter While in her joyous presence Giggles follow after In an unending parade

I walked into work. “Sybase has crashed”, they told me. I didn’t say a word, just sat down at the terminal and started typing commands. It was worse than I had expected. I began the process of recreating the DB from scratch. I kept running into complications, the disk was full, the wrong backup got loaded, the file was in use, the server would freeze. I remained stoically at the terminal, patiently working around each complication. Time crept by. What should have been a five hour fixe turned into twelve… still the clocked ticked, still I sat at the terminal…

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