Fried Grey Man-Brains
The guy version of my favorite chick movie.
Now on day 10 of the Cisco core router hostage crisis.
Since last week my team and I have been battling a subtle, intermittent and very serious problem in our data center that has been driving us and our customers batty, and has led to none too few sharp exchanges. It is the kind of problem that is most challenging, intermittent system wide glitches on a network that spans two data centers and the networks of three separate companies where the logs and standard troubleshooting tools tell you either nothing or very little that is specific. Tracking down the problem is hard enough from an engineering perspective, but you have to add to that the interpersonal dynamic when you get three separate IT groups to work on the same problem.
IT types are, as a rule, arrogant, proud, argumentative, tribal, territorial, self righteous and wicked smart. In this world, looks, money, abs, dick size, black book size, car count for NOTHING. It is all about who knows the most and being RIGHT..and never, never saying you are WRONG.
And who is the master at accessing the best porn sites secretly from the office.
Me, I am a facilitator by nature, what I am doing in this line of work confuses even me. Riding herd on this one is kind of like refereeing on the beach at D-Day. You spend the first couple of days convincing every one that it MAY be their stuff and that the prudent action is to get off your ass and CHECK and TEST instead of arguing. Eventually you get the manufacturer to send you the obscure bulletin that no one else has seen that describes your problem exactly (the one you wish you had eight days ago).
Anyway, we think that after a week of not sleeping we have tracked the problem down and one guy is off to Vegas to swap out the switch. I hope this is it. I need to spend a night with the Fiancee without my ear in a phone.
In other news, the wedding plans are proceeding, 23 days left in this round of singledom. I have been a husband to some one for 20 years, just never the same person.
I got to thinking about what I miss about my exes. Suprising, but something you think about. Strangely, there is nothing about them as a person that I miss..The Fiance is a much better partner than either of them, we are very well suited as friends and as lovers and as a couple.
So all I am left with are a few specifics.
First ex. I miss her corn bread. She also, every once and a while could be a nasty cum slut..she loved to get it all over herself, would let it drool out on her lips. She also loved 69, she would lay on top of me and stick her pussy in my face and grind as I would lick her to shuddering orgasms, and she seemed to be able to time hers with my exploding in her mouth...now that was a talent.
Second Ex. Hard to miss anything about her. She was and is a looker, probably the most dramatically beautiful woman I have ever been with. She is also the most difficult, times infinity, and the nuttiest. She could take it hard , though, the kind of girl that you could bend over and shove it in her ass and pile drive till she screamed and gushed a river. I could say I miss that, but there have been a few others like her and I pounded and passed, I am now careful not to make that mistake again.
**********
It is now twelve hours since I started this post. I have been up for 24 hours plus and have not really left the office. We replaced the core router overnight, a major evolution that went well, only a few hicups. Now the waiting game, see if we really nailed the problem.
This is now my third 24 hour day this week, and I have not been spending enough time with fiancee. She is very understanding, but clearly I need to get off this treadmill and spend some quality time with her. Care and feeding is key to successful relationships, this one has been on a diet this week.
When I get tired enough, my brain goes in strange places. Tonight the lack of sleep and this weeks lack of sex has my mind racing down the paths of my own sexual past. The images are immediate and graphic, a pornographic counterpoint to 24 hours spent with my all male computer geek team pouring over switches and software. These two things should not go together in any rational brain, trust me. We used to have this gal in the office, Indian but raised in SF, beautiful and a touch slutty. On Fridays, clad in hip huggers and sporting a purple thong and skimpy top, she could raise the dead tree to a live woody. But no more, there is nothing in this office that can arouse, ney, nada, neyt.
Maybe tomorrow, when I have a moment I will tell a story..for some reason Valerie is coming to mind..and hers is an instructive one.
After I sleep...
Now on day 10 of the Cisco core router hostage crisis.
Since last week my team and I have been battling a subtle, intermittent and very serious problem in our data center that has been driving us and our customers batty, and has led to none too few sharp exchanges. It is the kind of problem that is most challenging, intermittent system wide glitches on a network that spans two data centers and the networks of three separate companies where the logs and standard troubleshooting tools tell you either nothing or very little that is specific. Tracking down the problem is hard enough from an engineering perspective, but you have to add to that the interpersonal dynamic when you get three separate IT groups to work on the same problem.
IT types are, as a rule, arrogant, proud, argumentative, tribal, territorial, self righteous and wicked smart. In this world, looks, money, abs, dick size, black book size, car count for NOTHING. It is all about who knows the most and being RIGHT..and never, never saying you are WRONG.
And who is the master at accessing the best porn sites secretly from the office.
Me, I am a facilitator by nature, what I am doing in this line of work confuses even me. Riding herd on this one is kind of like refereeing on the beach at D-Day. You spend the first couple of days convincing every one that it MAY be their stuff and that the prudent action is to get off your ass and CHECK and TEST instead of arguing. Eventually you get the manufacturer to send you the obscure bulletin that no one else has seen that describes your problem exactly (the one you wish you had eight days ago).
Anyway, we think that after a week of not sleeping we have tracked the problem down and one guy is off to Vegas to swap out the switch. I hope this is it. I need to spend a night with the Fiancee without my ear in a phone.
In other news, the wedding plans are proceeding, 23 days left in this round of singledom. I have been a husband to some one for 20 years, just never the same person.
I got to thinking about what I miss about my exes. Suprising, but something you think about. Strangely, there is nothing about them as a person that I miss..The Fiance is a much better partner than either of them, we are very well suited as friends and as lovers and as a couple.
So all I am left with are a few specifics.
First ex. I miss her corn bread. She also, every once and a while could be a nasty cum slut..she loved to get it all over herself, would let it drool out on her lips. She also loved 69, she would lay on top of me and stick her pussy in my face and grind as I would lick her to shuddering orgasms, and she seemed to be able to time hers with my exploding in her mouth...now that was a talent.
Second Ex. Hard to miss anything about her. She was and is a looker, probably the most dramatically beautiful woman I have ever been with. She is also the most difficult, times infinity, and the nuttiest. She could take it hard , though, the kind of girl that you could bend over and shove it in her ass and pile drive till she screamed and gushed a river. I could say I miss that, but there have been a few others like her and I pounded and passed, I am now careful not to make that mistake again.
**********
It is now twelve hours since I started this post. I have been up for 24 hours plus and have not really left the office. We replaced the core router overnight, a major evolution that went well, only a few hicups. Now the waiting game, see if we really nailed the problem.
This is now my third 24 hour day this week, and I have not been spending enough time with fiancee. She is very understanding, but clearly I need to get off this treadmill and spend some quality time with her. Care and feeding is key to successful relationships, this one has been on a diet this week.
When I get tired enough, my brain goes in strange places. Tonight the lack of sleep and this weeks lack of sex has my mind racing down the paths of my own sexual past. The images are immediate and graphic, a pornographic counterpoint to 24 hours spent with my all male computer geek team pouring over switches and software. These two things should not go together in any rational brain, trust me. We used to have this gal in the office, Indian but raised in SF, beautiful and a touch slutty. On Fridays, clad in hip huggers and sporting a purple thong and skimpy top, she could raise the dead tree to a live woody. But no more, there is nothing in this office that can arouse, ney, nada, neyt.
Maybe tomorrow, when I have a moment I will tell a story..for some reason Valerie is coming to mind..and hers is an instructive one.
After I sleep...
posted by Maurice_Basilius at 5:49 PM
1 Comments:
Sleep??
We don't allow breaks in this here blog world.
Just joshin'. Glad to hear that you are alive, but maybe not neccesarily well.
But, as we have come to know-you work it out. . .no worries.
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