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the devil's own day
May. 23rd, 2013 08:52 pmIt all started at 0700 this morning when I checked my mail in bed, and discovered that one stage in my service's processing pipeline - one server - had mysteriously stopped talking to any other machines. OK, replace it while I'm eating breakfast.
Eventually I'm about to leave the Lake Place, when I see my bus, the 358, blow past. OK, I'll just walk six blocks up Phinney Ridge and hop a 5. Well, you know where this is going: just the street comes into view, I see the 5 pull away from my stop. Check One Bus Away. See that the next 358 will come in four minutes. Start running back down the slope. Halfway down, trip. Fall on the concrete sidewalk. Scrape both hands, bruise thigh, and tear laptop bag (but luckily, not the skirt that was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupcake_goth's). The Siberian Siren was just telling me the other day how much she hates that laptop bag.
I broke my laptop screen in the fall. Fortunately, StartupCo has some spares, and Apple's Time Machine does the right thing with respect to backup & restore. That would have been horrendous on a Windows machine. The ops guy who helped me out was planning on going to the Apple store tomorrow anyway. Thank Bob for small favors.
A different single-server pipeline stage went unresponsive the afternoon. OK, replace that one, too.
Making MongoDB scale is driving me meshuggah. I've kept the pipeline stage that relies on it disabled since Monday. A tester who I've worked with confirms that Mongo needs a fair amount of babysitting. That's no way to run a database.
My phone ran out of juice. No talking to m'boy on the bus home.
And I can't even call the waaahmbulance because a bridge collapsed some ways up I-5.
No hitting the Hill for me tonight.
Time for some treatment: a glass of wine and disco.
Eventually I'm about to leave the Lake Place, when I see my bus, the 358, blow past. OK, I'll just walk six blocks up Phinney Ridge and hop a 5. Well, you know where this is going: just the street comes into view, I see the 5 pull away from my stop. Check One Bus Away. See that the next 358 will come in four minutes. Start running back down the slope. Halfway down, trip. Fall on the concrete sidewalk. Scrape both hands, bruise thigh, and tear laptop bag (but luckily, not the skirt that was
cupcake_goth's). The Siberian Siren was just telling me the other day how much she hates that laptop bag.I broke my laptop screen in the fall. Fortunately, StartupCo has some spares, and Apple's Time Machine does the right thing with respect to backup & restore. That would have been horrendous on a Windows machine. The ops guy who helped me out was planning on going to the Apple store tomorrow anyway. Thank Bob for small favors.
A different single-server pipeline stage went unresponsive the afternoon. OK, replace that one, too.
Making MongoDB scale is driving me meshuggah. I've kept the pipeline stage that relies on it disabled since Monday. A tester who I've worked with confirms that Mongo needs a fair amount of babysitting. That's no way to run a database.
My phone ran out of juice. No talking to m'boy on the bus home.
And I can't even call the waaahmbulance because a bridge collapsed some ways up I-5.
No hitting the Hill for me tonight.
Time for some treatment: a glass of wine and disco.
