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Monday: We discover a massive problem at work. Every single one of our company's tools in customer hands stopped working. Customers pay hundreds of thousands of dollars per year for our software licenses. I worked a 19 hour day.
Tuesday: Arrive to work five hours later, on next to no sleep, to find out all the work I did on Monday wasn't necessary... and that I had to do the same amount of work again, just in a different way.
Wednesday/today: Woke up to find my (personal) computer didn't work. EEEEK! When I wiggled the mouse to wake it from sleep, it made the right sounds as if it were waking up, but the monitors didn't come on. I cut the power, after a moment turned it back on, and it booted for a second, then died. Then, on its own, booted for a second, died. Booted for a second, died. Over and over on its own. My hardware knowledge is very limited, but opened it up and saw nothing bad that I could tell. Tried a different outlet. It wasn't dusty, but blew it out anyway. No difference.
Took it to a repair place. They checked the power source and other hardware, said it had no issues. He reset the BIOS and reset something else (and did something with some battery... but it's not a laptop) and it booted up after that. At first I thought "YAY!" but everyone I describe the issue to thinks that likely wasn't really the issue, so now I'm still worried. (That's especially a pain since my tower is so massive. It's a custom gaming machine, and it's really hard for me to carry around, it's so heavy. If I dropped it...)
But the place fixed it, and it was only $150. I thought it would be more, so yay. Hopefully yay.
And then... bees. Yes bees. BEES. In my apartment. They came in through my fireplace. At first one, then three, then a hell of a lot more. I grabbed my cat and got out of my apartment. Unfortunately I was not at all dressed to go out in public. (Sweat pants and a sweater, both I used to wear when I was 170 pounds heavier, so my pants were basically falling off me and I was swimming in the top.) Went to the leasing office and they sent a man to deal with the bees. I suppose he killed them? I waited outside.
He said he closed the fireplace vent (WHY do apartments have fireplaces anyway? And why wasn't the vent closed already?). Then either another bee got in or it was one that escaped the killing spree. I ended up taking a black garbage bag and taping it over the fireplace. It's not like I was ever going to use it for a fire anyway, and I keep stuff in front of it so I can't hardly see the bag.
Ugh. What will tomorrow bring? A plague of frogs?
Tuesday: Arrive to work five hours later, on next to no sleep, to find out all the work I did on Monday wasn't necessary... and that I had to do the same amount of work again, just in a different way.
Wednesday/today: Woke up to find my (personal) computer didn't work. EEEEK! When I wiggled the mouse to wake it from sleep, it made the right sounds as if it were waking up, but the monitors didn't come on. I cut the power, after a moment turned it back on, and it booted for a second, then died. Then, on its own, booted for a second, died. Booted for a second, died. Over and over on its own. My hardware knowledge is very limited, but opened it up and saw nothing bad that I could tell. Tried a different outlet. It wasn't dusty, but blew it out anyway. No difference.
Took it to a repair place. They checked the power source and other hardware, said it had no issues. He reset the BIOS and reset something else (and did something with some battery... but it's not a laptop) and it booted up after that. At first I thought "YAY!" but everyone I describe the issue to thinks that likely wasn't really the issue, so now I'm still worried. (That's especially a pain since my tower is so massive. It's a custom gaming machine, and it's really hard for me to carry around, it's so heavy. If I dropped it...)
But the place fixed it, and it was only $150. I thought it would be more, so yay. Hopefully yay.
And then... bees. Yes bees. BEES. In my apartment. They came in through my fireplace. At first one, then three, then a hell of a lot more. I grabbed my cat and got out of my apartment. Unfortunately I was not at all dressed to go out in public. (Sweat pants and a sweater, both I used to wear when I was 170 pounds heavier, so my pants were basically falling off me and I was swimming in the top.) Went to the leasing office and they sent a man to deal with the bees. I suppose he killed them? I waited outside.
He said he closed the fireplace vent (WHY do apartments have fireplaces anyway? And why wasn't the vent closed already?). Then either another bee got in or it was one that escaped the killing spree. I ended up taking a black garbage bag and taping it over the fireplace. It's not like I was ever going to use it for a fire anyway, and I keep stuff in front of it so I can't hardly see the bag.
Ugh. What will tomorrow bring? A plague of frogs?
