Alright! So no post Friday (May 10) since I was building a server AND I left here about 12:30 to go to the airport. Hope everyone had a nice mother's day, especially Ms Gina and my sister-in-law The Liz-ard (as I call her), two of the newest mom's I know!

Now on to the Blog! Had a reletively good flight in, if you don't mind bouncing around the cabin. When we left Roch-cha-cha, it was a bit on the foggy side. The cloud deck was around 150 feet. That was pretty cool watching the planes go "poof" into it. At least until you're on one of those planes. Typical "dick-in-zipper" day the air line though. They had no flight crew (cause they were at the hotel using up their federally regulated sleep time) so they couldn't move the plane up to the gate. Cool, get to go out of the terminal, onto the tarmac (did I mention it was raining?) and wait on the stairs until they finished wheeling Methusalah's grandmother into a seat. Then our 7:40 flight didn't leave the ground until 8:20ish. Just a weee bit behind the schedule. I like a little turbulence, let's you know that you have to have something inherently wrong with you in order to strap into a big silver tube and buzz around the countryside.

Once I got to work, it looked like a good Monday, at least until Mr Lee started cursing. Apparently someone broke his server and you can be sure who is trying to pin it on! Yours truly. What really bothers me, is that I'm hearing it from the other side of the fence. He said some words to Ms. Pat along those lines of idiots screwing up the server, she told him, how could they do that, they you HIS APPROVED documentation. Of course he was not there supervising the whole thing, but come on, this is me. If there was a problem I would have seen it long before he did. It would have cropped up in all the reboots I did. The last time I saw it working correctly HE was working on it. Something smells funny here and it's not my cologne! I feel bad because he's been taking a lot of heat from his fellow co-workers and it may have been me, but I rebooted several times and it worked fine, I almost want to offer my help, but I know that deep in his little red-neck heart he thinks I'm the ignorant fuck responsible for him having to bust a hump to get it working.

Screw it, guilt is for suckers! I did it and I'm glad I did it! You know what? I'll do it again! Well as soon as I figure out what "it" was, I will, mark my words.

Time for dinner - Later!