Zel-kun’s Words

To say this last week has been stressful would be an understatement.

I’ve been put in charge of the project to upgrade all the desktops in our building to XP, which is a much slower and burdensome process than Elgin due to the distance from the production servers, and also to the varying job roles in the building.

Needless to say, I’ve been working a lot of overtime to get this project done.  During the project, the system set up to migrate and backup the userdata failed Friday night, so I suddenly had fifty non-working machines with missing data.  The users would be returning Monday, and they will not be happy.

I worked until midnight on Friday, and put in some hours on Sunday to get the machines working, stressing out the whole time (which is saying something, I don’t normally let stress get to me).  Even when I tried to sleep, machine names and spreadsheets began cycling through my head.

Monday morning I began damage control, running through the building trying to calm down some people who lost their data (fortunately, policy states that they shouldn’t have data on their local machines anyhow), and getting programs installed for other people that didn’t get put in with their department’s image.  I worked untill 9:00pm that night getting the rest of the building converted to XP.  This time not depending on the faulty migration system, just putting out a communication to the affected users to make sure they don’t have any data.

Tuesday morning was more damage control, because even though they were told to back up their data, and told to ask me any questions they may have had regarding the process (which SOME did), a few people lost a little data.  The damage wasn’t all that bad, just a lot of people had a LOT of questions.

Around 10:00am my stomach started hurting, a twisting pain that came and went.  At first it wasn’t too bad, but after a couple hours, it grew worse.  Around noon we received a large shipment of monitors, and I was part of the crew unloading them from the truck and taking them to the storage room.  After that, my head was spinning and my stomach felt like it was collapsing in on itself.  I texted my boss and said I was leaving.

I drove home straining to keep my focus on the road.  Honestly, it was difficult, my eyes were threatening to betray me and close, and it felt like I was swimming inside my own head.  Finally, I parked about a block from my apartment, stepped out of my truck, and emptied my stomach out into the street.  It’s the city, so several people passed me as I did so.  I felt like some sort of drunk.

When I think of how my head was spinning… maybe that’s what being falling’down drunk is like…

I went home and passed out.  I woke up with a throbbing headache, and I was freezing despite being under several blankets.  The rest of the day s a blur, but thanks to Zai going out and getting me plenty of ginger ale and mint tea, I survived the day.

The next day I was feeling a bit better, but decided to take off of work just in case.  I woke up long enough to text my boss, then passed out for another five hours.  When I woke up, I felt good enough to eat, so I took some frozen chili that had been sitting in my freezer, and threw it in the crockpot.  I had to stab it into pieces over the course of several hours, but by dinner time, it was ready.

It smelled delicious, but after only a couple bites, my stomach didn’t feel so well.  Nowhere near as bad as the previous day, but enough to make me reconsider continuing my meal.

I woke up this morning feeling good as new, and came in to work.  I’m still doing a little damage control, but things are finally winding down.  At least, winding down enough to get this update out.

Zel-kun out.