I got up and got ready at a reasonable time today, not late.

I left home, on the wey to getting on the freeway, I got stuck behind this piece of crap car with Jesus propaganda all over it "Jesus is my life" and something about The Lord stickers on it, along with the mandatory "I can't drive" fish sticker on the back window.

If this person goes any slower, then they'll be meeting the lord fairly shortly.

I got to work, I looked at the results of the export from last night. Pretty successful, we got over 6000 of the documents extracted, resulting in 32000 pages, and then my script shut itself down when the database went down for backup.

Oops, there was logic error in my script, because I had missed changing a variable name when I had made some changes, so now I didn't have the documents that had been processed listed properly.

There were network issues again this morning.

We had a meeting, and worked out what had to be done yet.

I went about writing a script to rebuild the table exports on the filesystem, I was able to verify the exports, and rebuild one of the tables, along with a list of all the documents that exist.

I went to work on the other table, I've got an export, but it has linefeeds in weird places, and awful delimiters, making it a real mongrel to work with.

The woman who lined up the work for me at the college called up, and wanted to thank me for my work, and putting up with the phone calls, and sorting out the email problem on Monday. She had a bit of a nag about getting her pc fixed, fair enough, since it's been here for about 2 months now. I said I would try to find some time on the weekend to fix it.

I found a script that would extract the other table for me, but I was unable to run it, because the database that runs that table (there are 2 products, one table in each), had fallen down, I'll do it tomorrow after the box is rebooted.

About 4.30pm, I had to setup another extract to run tonight.

I started trying to work out what had been processed last night, and what was left (because of the bug in the script).

About 4.45pm, the boss left, and told me not to stay too late, and I said I was leaving in a few minutes too.

I got back to it.

A few minutes later, someone else on their way out came over, and said they'd heard I was the tivo expert. Heh, I chatted to him for a few minutes, he just got his tivo yesterday or something, not got a serial cable, and had to make one up. I offered to make him one up if he wanted. He said he'd see how he want with the soldering iron first :-)

He left, and I got back to work again.

It took me a little while to work out how to sort out the files, I went through 3 or 4 ideas, I would get halfway through working out, then realise it wasn't going to work, and have to start again.

I ended up deciding I'd have to use diff to compare the master list of the documents, and what I had exported last night, but then I had to process the diff result, to get all the line location details and details of what file they came from out.

(In hindsight, perhaps I should have just modified my extract script to read diff files).

I started this processing, and it just went on and on and on.

I gave up at 7pm, I left it sorting the list out, and ran against one of the exported chunk files, so I'll have to do this whole thing again tomorrow when I get in.

At least it should be a quick run home.. wrong.

I got a little bit up the road, and there was tons of traffic, what's going on?

I slowly got through it, ah, half the road is closed because there were 3 firetrucks parked there, along with police vehicles, obviously there's been a fire in a place just here.

I didn't bother trying to look, I took advantage of the people gawking to get through and around them, and the firetrucks, and kept going.

I got on the freeway, and kept an average speed of about 145km/h.

As I got off the freeway, I realised I needed to get fuel shortly. I decided to go to the supermarket first, then get fuel, and go home, because of the dumb layout of the road, otherwise I have to go around the block twice.

I went to the supermarket to get some dinner. Wow, there are still shops besides the supermarket open in the shopping centre, oh yeah, it doesn't take that long to get back at that speed.

I went into the junk food aisle to get a bottle of coke. There were 2 fat fuck people in here, a male and a female. The female was all excited because some chocolate bar was 15c off or something.

I managed to avoid her, but the fat fuck guy she was with was blocking the whole shelf containing the Coke I wanted (plain, as opposed to vanilla, or diet, or diet lemon, or a 6 litre bottle, or whatever else shit they want to try to sell me). I managed to reach around and get a bottle, just as the 2 of them decided to leave the aisle, walking side by side, as a moving roadblock, blocking the whole damn aisle.

I managed to escape them, get some frozen dinner thing, and go and queue up. Christ.. late night shopping, it's not even 8pm, and they've got 1 checkout working.

As I'm waiting for a long long time to buy 2 things, all of a sudden I hear to really annoying people having a conversation as they wait in the line behind me. It's the fat fucks again.

"What do you need a 5L crockpot for? what are you going to make that consists of 5L of material?" "your head" came the witty reply from the female fat fuck.

I got served, and got out of there.

I was just putting my helmet on when I heard some really annoying voice going on again, holy crap, can I not get away from these fat fucks?

I was in such a hurry to get away, that I forgot to get fuel. Damn, I'll have to waste time getting it in the morning.

I got home about 8.30pm, and after putting the food in the oven, I started doing the washing up.

The phone rang, ugh, it will be my mate wanting to whinge at me about something he's stuffed up and needs me to fix.

I kept washing up, the phone rang again, I ignored it again, and again.

After I finished the washing up, I sat down to wait a few minutes for my dinner to finish cooking, the phone rang again.

I answered it this time.

Yep, my mate.. he'd taken the dodgy motherboard back, and upgraded to a better one. He'd taken the parts to the guy we know who had a heartattack recently, and got him to install the replacement board, and windows. My mate had then spent the day putting all the applications on it, and then had connected the backup hard disk to get some files from the backup. (I told him to use Ghost to just copy the whole disk across, avoiding me having to explain the fact you can't copy files like msvcrt.dll without issue).

When he had put the disk on, it had come up saying it had found new hardware or something, and that it was making changes, but he'd not bothered to pay much attention to it.

He'd taken the disk off again, and now windows was having issues with virtual memory, saying it had no pagefile.

I tried to go through telling him how to fix it, and spent a few minutes trying to do that, but I just didn't have the patience, so I said I would fix it tomorrow night, and for him to just leave it and do something else.

I got off the phone. I am so sick to death of this frigging machine.

I got my dinner out of the oven, which was now a few minutes overdone, and I watched some tv.

I went to bed about midnight.