At a time when some people are just getting up and trying to decide how to spend the last day of a holiday weekend and some people are up and getting ready to head to church and some people are trying not to wake up because they stayed out too late last night and know they’re going to feel like crap when they finally rise, I am at the office. I am supposed to be testing the new database server, but the new database server is not cooperating. The new database server is instead demanding a series of reboots, which means my coworkers and I cannot get in to test the programs for which we are responsible. I did get a brief look at it this morning when I first got here, but since then it’s been one “rebooting- we’ll be ready in X minutes” announcement from sys admin after another. So now it’s sort of like lunch hour during the week, when I check my e-mail and surf the web and maybe write up a journal entry, except it’s 9 a.m., I’m not hungry, and this is not how I’d choose to spend my weekend. I’ve just got to keep thinking about the brownie points I’m accruing.
I’ve also just got to keep ignoring my nearby coworker. He’s been having trouble with his computer, which has caused him to swear loudly at it and periodically throw cables around his office (well, it sounds like he’s throwing cables around; I have not gotten up to see). He sounds really angry, and even though I know it’s not directed at me, it still makes my stomach tighten and my brain look around for escape routes. He’s calmer now, but I’m ready to implement my kick out the window screen and run for the car plan if need be. Perhaps if I’d grown up in a different household, my first instinct would have been to go over and see if I could help him, however unlikely it might be that I’d have a solution, but I learned early that approaching an angry person is a dangerous thing to do, especially when they’re bigger than you. Better to do a disappearing act and survive is my motto.
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