Am I Famous Now…

Howto finish/start your week.

Was it really a week? The clock says now 04.11 and I am still awake. Because I am sleepless? No, just because it all ends/starts like it was the last days : fucking horrible!

Lets quickly resume last week.
- Trying to help a good friend in his/her situation, you not only pissed this person majorly off, you even (probably) lost another friend. Luckily between those two persons the situation got cleared.
- A very good friend has crushed several of your dreams, but at least you realize that it will hurt you less this way.
- You finally have ended contact with one of your best friends, because even after 4 years she didn’t want to accept that you weren’t interested in her. This had been going on for weeks and you just got bored enough of it to tell her to fuck off. For good.
- You still are overworked and occupied, and newly again you built up a queue.
- You have forgotten to get drunk this week because too many things have occupied you.
- You fought a week long lost battle resulting in the loss of some more friends, people you had engaged yourself financially too.
- You lost £300k (Americans no need to convert, lets just say it is alot of money).

Now how did it end or worse even did the new week start?
It is Monday 04.15AM now and you are still/already awake. Some hours ago your notebook decided to crash. BSOD. Blue Screen of Death. One after the other. Every amazing emergency disc you have for those problems couldn’t be found. Of course not, I do only find those discs when it comes to help other people with their shit, necver when I need them.
Finally you find some live distris and your Windows XP CDs.
Next shit : none of them recognizes your hard drive. w000t!!!!

Best of all, of course, is that you still have work to do, work which needs to be prepared for Mondays. Oh those are the moments you realize why you always love deadlines. Especially the ones which make you pay when you’re late.
Starting to get stressed you quickly build up another system and clone a hard drive partition with Windows XP installation and the software you always use. Fuck the drivers, Windoze will bitch and ask for the appropriate discs wuith correct drivers. A huge win of time, actually within 30 minutes you have your shit up and running. Not every driver yet, but it runs.

Time to start working again. Ethernet cable plugged in, start Firefox. WTF!
No Internet! Yes in this moment Internet is written with a Capital I. Why? Because all the files you have been working on are online. Also on some crashed hard drive of course. But no fucking internet! Actually the internet surely still is alive, but you find out that you just can’t ping the server. FUCK!

Where is that damn network administrator? What?! Not at home? He can’t be shagging, even nerdy girls tend to dislike him. You realize he went to see his parents this weekend. No access to the server room.

OK, what to do now? A drink? No, alcohol couldn’t tempt you lately and not today either. Besides that you don’t have any booze in house anyway. You decide it is bedtime, are disgusted but still want to have a last look at your notebook. You might need it tomorrow (or today).

Holy noodles!

It works! Your hard drive only got over-heated!
Damn, now you have all your files and can’t back them up in your Mozy account. At least you have your (new fourth hand) media server running, but that engine might be too slow to serve as a server. Hmmm.

In another crazy and senseless attept you start running around the house and try out every found hub, ethernet plug. None works. It is now 04.51, you have almost finished a post you can’t publish, have had a horrible week, must go to work in only 3 hours and still have 6-8 hours of work to finish.

It is monday… start of a new week. There is no place like http://127.0.0.1. Bed would be a great place now, but it already has been your base all week long, the joys of a notebook with over-heated hard drive. There still is no internet, but your localhost runs. Time to publish this post, locally, just to at least see the post.

You hope you can minimize the damage done last week. Because you want it. No, not the the financial damage, that is last of your worries.

Why can’t the asshole madbull just make his comeback? It would hurt less.
There still is no internet.

Find the post here : http://localhost/htdocs/wp/?p=134. It is 09.49 now and I finally got internet. Now I can go to work.
Hopefully your hard drive will survive Xammp + Adobe Photoshop CS2.

On a sidenote, I do wonder what this week will bring. Could it get any worse? I surely can imagine it will.