Joshua Gizelt (swashbuckler332) wrote,
Joshua Gizelt

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"Funny thing, Freddie, every time you light a cigarette for me, I know you're lying."

happy birthday

My response to a comment by ehowton made in the entry in which I enthused about having my own stereo in The Executor can be found in the opening scene of this film:


What a foul, rotten and malodorous day this was! There was, like, something in the water or weird radiation or something because people were acting even dumber, by an exponential degree, than they usually do. 183 Madison Avenue seems to be built on a telephonic Hellmouth what with all of the problems we have over there, but today was just one of those days where Murphy's Law sort of hides behind the couch all day in fear of how things could get any worse.

Two out of three of these jobs - which were all due today - had to be hunted down in the system as they appeared nowhere in the pending load. One circuit was designed in a manner incompatible with our equipment out in the field (nobody uses H4TUC cards in the real world, not ever). Another was designed to a defective slot in the Fujitsu (fiberoptic multiplexer that converts the light into an electrical signal we can run on copper), and when I attempted to find good slots for both the incorrectly designed circuit and the one in the bad slot, none were both working and available at the same time. The contractors at this Mecca of moronicism that was the job site were informed that they were to avoid cutting the house count (the risers running from the feeder in the basement to each floor); they kept the cables intact but walled over the terminal box, making it completely inaccessible.

In the middle of this idiom of idiocy was a very involved and dirty cable run (my hair felt like it was made out of clay). Cable runs are two-man jobs for obvious reasons, and my manager assigned somebody who had his own due date as my helper, and thus wasn't available to actually help me do the run until around noon. And to top it all off, the dispatch center had decided unilaterally to change the procedures by which they accept any information that comes from a technician, making it impossible for me to close my job with them when my BlackBerry froze up.

Now... all of these problems were solved. I asked two of my co-workers whom I share my spot with to come over to help with the run before my official helper got there so that we could get it done in a timely fashion. I had the construction guys at the site cut out a hole in the ceiling that we could access the house count, then extended 75 pairs directly to the server room, in effect giving the end user a home run to the basement (while this ostensibly renders the original house terminal box unnecessary, I recommended to the end user that they install an access panel there than sheetrocking the hole back up). I transferred the errant circuits to copper... and only reserved one pair for each, thus forcing carrier to design the circuit in a manner compatible with the equipment out in the field. I informed my manager about the static dispatch was giving me; because (ironically) the job I was having a problem statusing was the only one that I was actually able to complete and test, the test bureau has turned up that job with Pae Tech communications already, so while it is technically a loose end, it is one that doesn't make much of a difference.
Yoinked from dollyknuckles:
It's the anniversary of the Russian Revolution, marking the Marxist overthrow of the Russian government. Karl Marx once wrote that "religion is the opium of the people." What is the new opium of the people?


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