Chemical Doldrums

This is one loooong day. Last night I had to take a couple of muscle relaxers to deal with my back. It hates to travel and often lets me know just after crew-x. I was a bit loopy near the end of the shift but not as sleepy as I sometimes get on those little, white pills of joy and warm, fuzzy feelings. I tried to watch a movie after folding a bit of crew-x laundry but the movie stunk like dead monkey ass, so I finished a book written about one, three-month cruise on a Trident submarine. It too wasn’t very interesting, but I finished it and went to bed at a reasonable hour.

This morning, I found myself in stupor and eight hours later, I am still walking around like I haven’t slept in 5 days. I am tired, slow and stupid (no comments from the peanut gallery, please). Not a good state of mind when my computer system totally locked up on me ten minutes into the shift. Trying to get the architecture of a complex computer system straight in your head on something like a Quaalude buzz is a study in futility. I could get a picture in my mind after about 5 minutes of concentrating, but there were just no available brain cells left to do anything with it. I could not troubleshoot at all.

So, after a smoke, I resorted to banging on the various servers, routers and nodes. Nothing happened. I then jiggled about 342 connections. Same. Finally, I gave up and made the famous, “Houston, we have a problem” call. Six hours later, we get the dodgy system running again, but have no clue as to what was wrong with it. I hate shit like that.

Dinner was good and my new cooks are pretty fucking awesome. Last night was prime rib with béarnaise, gorgonzola and au ju sauces-take your freaking pick, boys. Tonight was dolphin fish with mango-pineapple-papaya salsa, or turkey with all the trimmings, followed by a whimsical rice crispy treat. These guys are alright.