my computer here at work shall now be known as “stupid bastard crack-smoking piece of crap.” this moniker is directly related to the number of that phrase came out of my mouth yesterday.
talk about a frustrating day! it all started, of course, with the dead car battery. that problem was solved easily enough but resulted in me getting to work late. ugh. then my computer decided monday was as good a day as any to act up. when i first logged on, it connected to the network but didn’t map to any of the mission operations drives. therefore i couldn’t run exceed, which meant i couldn’t connect to the flight mechanics lab, which meant i couldn’t run any of my sims or get any of my data. nor could i run matlab, which mean i couldn’t even make any pretty population maps!
(yes, i know that probably doesn’t make any sense to anyone but becca, but oh well.)
so i busy myself with other things until after lunch, at which point i log off the computer, figuring i’ll just log back in and my computer will connect to the network drives and i’ll be fine. wrong. at this point, my computer decides to arbitrarily corrupt my password file, meaning not only can i not access the network drives, but i can’t log on to anything. no email, none of my spreadsheets, no gro footprint document, no nothing. “stupid bastard crack-smoking piece of crap” once again comes out of my mouth.
so i call laz, our computer guy. no answer. i walk down to his office to get carlos (the backup guy’s) number, and cheryl says laz is in the building. having nothing else to do, i walk the long way back to the office and spot laz in the dm3 branch office, at which point i give him my most charming smile and tell him “my computer’s on crack.” he laughed and walked back to my office with me and reset my password, which my computer amazingly agreed to accept. sigh. problem solved.
except then, finally back into the flight mechanics lab and running my heel breakup altitude sensitivity study, SORT apparently decides its just too good to bother with the monte carlo portions of my input decks and starts spitting out junk. aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! at this point it’s 6:00 and i think to myself “aw, screw it all” and so i went home. the only good thing i found yesterday was that apparently i was randomly given 10 hours of annual leave this pay period instead of 6. i have no idea why, but i’m not complaining.
i drove home in silence, too stressed out to even listen to the radio. all i could think of was getting home and going for a run to burn off all my frustration. i walked in the door, opened my mail (which contained the enormous bill for my next 6 months of car insurance, just to top off the day), yelled, threw it in the corner, and literally ran to the closet to find my shorts and running shoes.
one 31:00 5k later, i felt much better.