February 13, 1997
Dear Everyone:
Busier than a one-armed paper hanger with hives.
The
gremlins are out in force this week, aided and abetted by our
Technical Support (two guys from Company Park) who seem to leave more
problems behind than they solve each time they show up.
In all fairness, any time you make a change on a computer, it
results in the “ripple
effect”. And these guys
are making major changes in a big hurry.
So it’s not surprising that they might overlook a program here
and there.
Or one of them was just about to re-install your
favorite software when he says, “I have to go back to my office to get
something and I’ll be right back after that.”
Translation: “I’m
going to disappear now, and you won’t see me for two days.”
(Some people might consider this a blessing.)
So guess who gets left holding the bag of glitches.
Right. I’ve been
putting out fires all week.
And the ones I can’t put out, I’ve been “capturing” in a table so I can
at least tell people, “It’s on the list.”
Nevertheless, the air is thick with frustration and tension.
In fact, it’s so thick, it’s got lumps the size of golf balls.
And it doesn’t help that it’s nearly 80o
in the office. Apparently,
the idiots who couldn’t figure out how to turn the heat
on when we were out in the
warehouse now can’t figure out how to turn it
off inside.
In other words,
Situation Normal.
In other news...
I did manage to play hooky on Monday, with the kind
assistance of my boss, who told me to take the day off when I mentioned
I wanted to take a vacation day before I collapsed from exhaustion.
I slept about 36 hours.
Not all in one session, of course.
(I’m not about to try and take on “Jeannie’s” record.)
Just an average of 12 hours per night.
And we did find enough time to go and see the re-release of
Star Wars.
If you’ve already seen the original and are not (not??!)
a hard core fan, not a lot has been added.
Just some computer-generated critters in crowd scenes; and a
long-lost dialogue between
Han Solo and
Jabba the Hutt
that never made it into the original.
But if you still get goose bumps remembering the first time
anyone ever went into hyper-space, the magic is still there.
And they all look so
young.
20 years makes a difference.
For all of us.
Love, as always,
Pete
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