One of those days
Thursday, August 2nd, 2007You know, there are some days that I wish I just hadn’t got out of bed. This was one of those days. I start out to work this morning and the scooter is wobbling a little bit. Okay, I should have known something was wrong, but I thought that MAYBE I just wasn’t quite awake and might have been imagining it. So, I continue on to work. I spend the morning at the High School doing the same thing I have been all week. Then I get a call from one of the Tweedles. The imaging at Lexington just isn’t working. Machines are failing all over the place. So I ride over there. I walk into the lab and immediately netboot a machine and start restoring it. No problem there. Kevin walks in behind me and goes “oh. That one worked.” No shit that one worked. Master of the obvious. I asked him what machines are failing. I go look at one of those machines. When I look at the error log (which thankfully wasn’t dismissed from the screen), I notice that the machine is trying to mount the afp volume on the Staff server at the high school- and failing. Now, I AM curious to know why that failed, but I decide instead to just change to configuration to the lexington server- and everything works. I tell Tweedle Dumb this and head off to Marlboro. Pickup the server at Marlboro and head back to the high school. Things are quite uneventful until Gary comes in and tells me that the Arts program going on next week need to use the computer lab for Photoshop. Now, lack of proper software be damned, exactly WHEN was someone going to tell us?!?!?!? On top of this, we need to figure out exactly WHEN we are going to get the lab at MMS built. Somewhere in the process of me trying to figure this out Gary decides that he is going to use the Tweedles to finish some of the little projects that are in need of completion around the building. That’s all well and fine until I get dragged into the mess because Gary doesn’t know what he’s doing with the mechanical things. So I spend the rest of the day trying to help with the smartboard in one of the Math rooms. When I leave the school I head to the bank to get some money to go see the simpsons movie with Gary. I notice that the bike is now handling very poorly and take it slow going to the bank and then the theatre. Movie was good. After I leave the theatre I decide I need to get air in my tire- things definitely are not good. I pull into the gas station and up to the Air compressor / vacuum. This truck pulls up beside me and the guy in the passenger seat leans out the window and makes a comment about I need to vacuum out the interior. I say, no, one of the tires is just a little low. He proceeds to say that it’s probably because I’m so fat! I say yup, that’s probably it and turn around to put a quarter in the machine. After I do, I turn around and the truck is on the other side of me. The driver rolls down his window and the passenger says ” that was really inappropriate of me” or something like that. He tried to apologize and I just told him not to worry about it- hoping he would leave. I finally got some air in my tire and went over to WalMart to get some groceries. The bike felt better, but still definitely not good. The trip from Walmart to home was okay. I got home, ate dinner, talked to mom and dad, and went to get an air hose. Finally found the recommended pressure in my manual (I was at 15 and should be at 39) and started filling the tire. However, I didn’t get far. Just above the fill tube was a !@#$ nail. No idea where it came from or how it got there (tho I have my ideas). Great. There’s a one month old tire with a !@#$ hole in it. So I grab my stuff from the bike and take it over to put in the truck. At this point, I notice some shit all over the side of my truck! No, it’s not just on the side of my truck, it covers the truck. It’s like there was a fine mist of something sticky sprayed on my truck!!!! So, I spend the next hour washing my truck in hopes that I can prevent and furthur damage from whatever is all over it. After that, I help mom get rid of the stump that dad so kindly pulled out of the yard and into the second driveway. Then I push the bike into the garage, and rant about how I can’t afford to replace the tire AGAIN.Finally I decide I’ve had enough of the lot and head up to my room.