So Friday…

I’m going to be at work from 7:30am to 2am the next day. That’s 19 hours of work.

I might be asleep by 2am.

Or making terrible techical mistakes.

I asked my boss… “Are we really going to be here that whole time?”

His response: “That’s what we did last time.”

(when the software upgrade occurred)

Up At 4:40 AM

I’m up early today because I’m worried about an upgrade going on at work. Everything was going fine at work until I came back from lunch, and all heck broke loose, for some unknown reason. My manager was in a panic. He said “I’m going to need you guys to do something besides calls…”, like I wasn’t sitting there loading a machine for a new hire coming in on Monday.

I’m sure everything will be fine. I just have a ton of organizing to do today.

Later this month, another upgrade is going on with the main program the users use.

All of the laptops have to be ready, meaning they HAVE to have XP loaded on them. Users on the move all day are hard to tie down for 2 hours to do an upgrade. If they wait for the upgrade on the day of the other upgrade, it’s really going to drag things out considerably.

So today, I’m going through my list of people who I don’t know have XP and calling them.

My progress today should hopefully let me sleep tonight.

At Home Again

Yesterday evening, we got to leave the hospital. We had 14 stairs to climb to get to the floor we needed to be on. There was a landing inbetween, so there was a place to rest.

Today, the home health nurse and the home physical therapist came over for visits. It’s good to be so well-taken-care-of. My only fear is that the insurance will get messed up along the way, as insurance always seems to do. But, hey, I can only worry about today, and my husband making progress with his walking.

Major Brain Explosion

I have decided that if I have to deal anymore with a large computer corporation whose name begins with a letter “D” and ends with the letter “L”, my brain will simply explode.

Our corporate laptops are purchased from them (well, not after this week), our broadband card misbehaves in them, and to fix it, they:

1. Keep me on the phone for 2 hours TRYING to troubleshoot the problem.
2. Send us the wrong freaking internal mobile broadband card in an attempt to fix it.

Not only that, but when I tell them it’s the wrong card, they say, “I sent you the right card.”

Does anyone know the difference between Sprint and Telus? (she said facetiously)

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