Tech Fail (ii)

Thursday, March 19th, 2009 11:20 am
caddyman: (Awesome Technology)
I have just found an ancient box of floppy disks and tried one out.

It hasn't rusted over; it still works. I can save up to ONE MEGABYTE of information at a time. Oh, the nostalgia: it's like 1998 all over again (which is about the last time I used a floppy disk...).

Tech Fail (ii)

Thursday, March 19th, 2009 11:20 am
caddyman: (Awesome Technology)
I have just found an ancient box of floppy disks and tried one out.

It hasn't rusted over; it still works. I can save up to ONE MEGABYTE of information at a time. Oh, the nostalgia: it's like 1998 all over again (which is about the last time I used a floppy disk...).

Tech Fail

Thursday, March 19th, 2009 10:38 am
caddyman: (Bloody Tech)
There is a certain bemused joy in coming in to work after finding the internets a bit wonky at home, to discover that they are working properly in the office, but apart from email, that’s all there is.

I can open Word, Excel and the like, but not save anything (not entirely true since I have my flash drive with me), or access any of the shared drives. Once upon a time this wouldn’t have been an immediate problem. Although I habitually save my work on the P: drive on the server, I used to back it up to the local D: drive at least once every couple of days, so even if I couldn’t access the latest stuff I’d been working on, I could get hold of recent copies.

Not now, though. For the past three or four years we have been unable to access the local drives on our own machines. They are for the systems people only, now. We have to put everything on the central shared drives.

Today, however, none of those are working. I have email and internet and er… that’s it.

It’s going to be a long day.

Edited to add: In fact we have no email either. La la la...

Tech Fail

Thursday, March 19th, 2009 10:38 am
caddyman: (Bloody Tech)
There is a certain bemused joy in coming in to work after finding the internets a bit wonky at home, to discover that they are working properly in the office, but apart from email, that’s all there is.

I can open Word, Excel and the like, but not save anything (not entirely true since I have my flash drive with me), or access any of the shared drives. Once upon a time this wouldn’t have been an immediate problem. Although I habitually save my work on the P: drive on the server, I used to back it up to the local D: drive at least once every couple of days, so even if I couldn’t access the latest stuff I’d been working on, I could get hold of recent copies.

Not now, though. For the past three or four years we have been unable to access the local drives on our own machines. They are for the systems people only, now. We have to put everything on the central shared drives.

Today, however, none of those are working. I have email and internet and er… that’s it.

It’s going to be a long day.

Edited to add: In fact we have no email either. La la la...

Filthy lucre

Thursday, January 29th, 2009 03:49 pm
caddyman: (money)
One of the things about this place is that you can be certain that when things get busy, an air of extreme panic sets in and we get the opportunity to rush around like headless chickens. It gets a bit wearing, especially when the boss keeps interrupting for chats on different but similar bits of policy so that we end up confusing each other even more by talking at cross purposes.

Still, mustn’t grumble, I guess. The old seat of the pants method of “argue as you go” seems to be standing me in good stead and if the mark 1 brane is slowly rusting, the ability to squeeze a few extra bytes out of it in emergency is undiminished.

I seem to have secured a temporary promotion. For how long is yet to be determined, but the extra loot to go with the extra responsibility will be welcome. Now I have to somehow translate that into a permanent uplift…

Filthy lucre

Thursday, January 29th, 2009 03:49 pm
caddyman: (money)
One of the things about this place is that you can be certain that when things get busy, an air of extreme panic sets in and we get the opportunity to rush around like headless chickens. It gets a bit wearing, especially when the boss keeps interrupting for chats on different but similar bits of policy so that we end up confusing each other even more by talking at cross purposes.

Still, mustn’t grumble, I guess. The old seat of the pants method of “argue as you go” seems to be standing me in good stead and if the mark 1 brane is slowly rusting, the ability to squeeze a few extra bytes out of it in emergency is undiminished.

I seem to have secured a temporary promotion. For how long is yet to be determined, but the extra loot to go with the extra responsibility will be welcome. Now I have to somehow translate that into a permanent uplift…

Wartifer II

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009 03:54 pm
caddyman: (Dancing Stan & Ollie)
I am back from the doctors where they have applied the big freeze to the remaining warts - or at least those of splendour; the little ones are not worth the effort, I'm told. Maybe I have to grow them a bit before they are ripe. Ooer.

I am really quite pleased at the moment. Not only did the doctor's appointment get me out of the office early (yes, Dear Reader, I am home in the Carpathia), but tomorrow I go into work having dodged a Divisional Awayday, which will be held at London Zoo (!) and where they will discuss over the day, enough material to take up about an hour and a half in a meeting room back in the office. Traditionally I sit at the back of these things and sleep. People take bets on whether I will fall off my chair or start snoring first.

But tomorrow I shall be in the office and I shall be pretty much the only one there. For once I should be able to clear a heap of stuff that needs doing without being disturbed and I even don't mind the fact that one of the tasks is an unanswerable PQ from that man the Haddock.

Since the awayday is scheduled to finish at 4.30, I shall do the same.

Wartifer II

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009 03:54 pm
caddyman: (Dancing Stan & Ollie)
I am back from the doctors where they have applied the big freeze to the remaining warts - or at least those of splendour; the little ones are not worth the effort, I'm told. Maybe I have to grow them a bit before they are ripe. Ooer.

I am really quite pleased at the moment. Not only did the doctor's appointment get me out of the office early (yes, Dear Reader, I am home in the Carpathia), but tomorrow I go into work having dodged a Divisional Awayday, which will be held at London Zoo (!) and where they will discuss over the day, enough material to take up about an hour and a half in a meeting room back in the office. Traditionally I sit at the back of these things and sleep. People take bets on whether I will fall off my chair or start snoring first.

But tomorrow I shall be in the office and I shall be pretty much the only one there. For once I should be able to clear a heap of stuff that needs doing without being disturbed and I even don't mind the fact that one of the tasks is an unanswerable PQ from that man the Haddock.

Since the awayday is scheduled to finish at 4.30, I shall do the same.

2-1 aggregate

Friday, November 7th, 2008 10:46 am
caddyman: (Default)
We won the quiz again last night and sent Furtle instead of me to pick the envelope that may contain the £1,000 jackpot. It didn’t, as usual. We do not have a good record of taking our 20% chance and if there’s ever a lesson that odds have no memory, this is it. We have, over a period of 18 months, come first about 5 or 6 times and never picked the winning envelope. On average, you would expect to pick it once in every five, but we all know what averages are like, don’t we? (The average number of legs per person in the world is less than two). Still, we have another £25 tab for next week, so it’s not a complete loss!

I rather expected a flood of emails awaiting my attention this morning, after my (if I do say so myself) restrained response to accounts yesterday. So far there have been none. I can only assume that they are reeling in the face of irrefutable logic: they have been Spocked, and there’s no coming back from that.

2-1 aggregate

Friday, November 7th, 2008 10:46 am
caddyman: (Default)
We won the quiz again last night and sent Furtle instead of me to pick the envelope that may contain the £1,000 jackpot. It didn’t, as usual. We do not have a good record of taking our 20% chance and if there’s ever a lesson that odds have no memory, this is it. We have, over a period of 18 months, come first about 5 or 6 times and never picked the winning envelope. On average, you would expect to pick it once in every five, but we all know what averages are like, don’t we? (The average number of legs per person in the world is less than two). Still, we have another £25 tab for next week, so it’s not a complete loss!

I rather expected a flood of emails awaiting my attention this morning, after my (if I do say so myself) restrained response to accounts yesterday. So far there have been none. I can only assume that they are reeling in the face of irrefutable logic: they have been Spocked, and there’s no coming back from that.

Can I go home, yet?

Thursday, October 9th, 2008 02:09 pm
caddyman: (Default)
As at this moment I could curl up under my desk and sleep like then dead. I’m not quite sure why, but I suddenly feel incredibly tired.

Happily I am leaving the office early today, around four o’clock – though I am managing to feel a little bit guilty about that, too. Once of my colleagues has arranged a – for want of a better word - soirée for the branch at his place. A number of us can’t go, including me. Actually, I don’t really want to go, but unfortunately it crept up on me, so I didn’t realise until yesterday that it is this evening. He has taken this morning off to make preparations, so I haven’t had the chance to say anything yet and consequently feel a bit of a heel. I think that there’s still a reasonable turnout of colleagues, but I wish I’d realised when it was and had the opportunity to say something ahead of time.

I met Furtle at lunchtime to pass her rucksack to her containing her workaday clothes as opposed to the interview togs she was in. The switch went well enough, but poor Furtle was looking a little philosophical. As suspected, the interviewers, or rather the sifters, had overestimated the amount of experience she has in the field and it wasn’t helped when she had to correct one of the interviewers who had misread her CV. So she feels that it didn’t go too well, but then my experience of interviews is that they quite often go rather better than they seem. We’ll see; fingers crossed and all that.

Now I have to get on with the quagmire of last minute urgent auditor requests to unlock base data forms. The lackey is off sick, so I am stuck with the donkey work.

Coffee first, though.

Can I go home, yet?

Thursday, October 9th, 2008 02:09 pm
caddyman: (Default)
As at this moment I could curl up under my desk and sleep like then dead. I’m not quite sure why, but I suddenly feel incredibly tired.

Happily I am leaving the office early today, around four o’clock – though I am managing to feel a little bit guilty about that, too. Once of my colleagues has arranged a – for want of a better word - soirée for the branch at his place. A number of us can’t go, including me. Actually, I don’t really want to go, but unfortunately it crept up on me, so I didn’t realise until yesterday that it is this evening. He has taken this morning off to make preparations, so I haven’t had the chance to say anything yet and consequently feel a bit of a heel. I think that there’s still a reasonable turnout of colleagues, but I wish I’d realised when it was and had the opportunity to say something ahead of time.

I met Furtle at lunchtime to pass her rucksack to her containing her workaday clothes as opposed to the interview togs she was in. The switch went well enough, but poor Furtle was looking a little philosophical. As suspected, the interviewers, or rather the sifters, had overestimated the amount of experience she has in the field and it wasn’t helped when she had to correct one of the interviewers who had misread her CV. So she feels that it didn’t go too well, but then my experience of interviews is that they quite often go rather better than they seem. We’ll see; fingers crossed and all that.

Now I have to get on with the quagmire of last minute urgent auditor requests to unlock base data forms. The lackey is off sick, so I am stuck with the donkey work.

Coffee first, though.
caddyman: (Miracleman)
It's one thing when I have to try to justify the system to people whose councils are nety contributors to the subsidy regime (ie they pay us rather than vice versa), but I find myself at a loss when faced with complaints where we pay them and have increased their allocations above inflation.

I shall be spending the next few minutes suppressing my sarcasm glands before preparing a response.
caddyman: (Miracleman)
It's one thing when I have to try to justify the system to people whose councils are nety contributors to the subsidy regime (ie they pay us rather than vice versa), but I find myself at a loss when faced with complaints where we pay them and have increased their allocations above inflation.

I shall be spending the next few minutes suppressing my sarcasm glands before preparing a response.

(no subject)

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008 02:10 pm
caddyman: (Now let me see...)
This afternoon I shall mainly be preparing a PowerPoint presentation on the housing finance aspects of local government reorganisation.

It's similar to boredom, but less interesting. Please to wake me up if I'm still here when it's time to go home.

(no subject)

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008 02:10 pm
caddyman: (Now let me see...)
This afternoon I shall mainly be preparing a PowerPoint presentation on the housing finance aspects of local government reorganisation.

It's similar to boredom, but less interesting. Please to wake me up if I'm still here when it's time to go home.

Bah!

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008 04:05 pm
caddyman: (Default)
A suffusion of yellow.

That is all.

Bah!

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008 04:05 pm
caddyman: (Default)
A suffusion of yellow.

That is all.

Jog On!

Thursday, August 7th, 2008 05:36 pm
caddyman: (scream!)
Today just goes on and on.

I think everyone has decided to clear their intrays all at the same time.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!!!

Quiz tonight, though. With BEER.

Jog On!

Thursday, August 7th, 2008 05:36 pm
caddyman: (scream!)
Today just goes on and on.

I think everyone has decided to clear their intrays all at the same time.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!!!

Quiz tonight, though. With BEER.

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