Welcome to Wednesday. Wednesday has always been my least favorite day of the week at this job, because Wednesday is meeting day. At 10:00, I get to troop over to points north (it's a moveable feast, this meeting - you never know until Wednesday morning where the heck it's going to be held, and there's nothing like hiking all the way over there, only to discover you can't remember what the room number is this time) and sit with my co-workers, my compadres, and a couple of my worst enemies. The meeting used to take forever, but due to personnel changes, there are now days when it takes longer to walk over there than it takes for the meeting to be over with. Which just punctuates the fact that most of this, since it tends to be informational rather than conversational, could be packed up in an e-mail and sent to us, thereby saving us the trouble of blocking out an hour or so in the schedule. But just when I was starting to like the short format, management threw me a curve, and scheduled a meeting every other Wednesday at noon. At least it never moves, but the timing sucks. I leave here between 9:30 and 9:45, hike over to the super-secret meeting location, sit through a 15 minute meeting, hike back by 10:30 - 10:45, grab a snack, then hike back at noon, sit through an hour long meeting with my stomach growling, and then eat lunch from 1:00 to 2:00. By then, my day is shot. But such is the life of a LAN manager.
There are certain things about Nashville which would drive a Baptist minister to drink - in public. One of these things is the entity known as NES. Whenever NES isn't out butchering trees, apparently they're arbitrarily turning off power to entire city blocks. Granted, we had a storm the other night. Granted, there were a lot of people without power, and there was a transformer damaged. But notifying Vanderbilt 15 minutes after you've already done it that there will be "intermittent" power outages, then leaving the power off for an hour and a half, just doesn't seem Kosher to me. Blakemore is very busy street, as is 21st. I know that the traffic lights on Blakemore between Natchez and 21st were out, no police presence, just reliance that folks driving in Nashville would know to treat the intersections as 4-way stops. Since I swear two-thirds of the population doesn't understand the concept of a 4-way stop, this was a bad idea. Meanwhile, back at the ranc...
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