I got up a bit after 8am, got ready, and left a bit before 9am.

I got on the freeway, and got stuck behind a bloody chicken truck, stink and feathers going everywhere. I got past it and left it behind.

I got to the service station, there was tons of people there for some reason, and a couple a bikes at the bowsers I usually go to, big Harleys.

I filled up, went in and paid, the Harleys were just leaving when I came out, the two guys rode off without wearing their helmets, must have been going to the McDonalds next to the service station.

I put all my gear back on properly, and took off, as I wwent past, there were about 7 bikes in the carpark, must be a group riding somewhere.

I kept going, got back on the freeway. About 40km north of the service statiom, there was a convoy of trucks, I started passing them, then I could smell something horrible, the bloody chicken truck was leading them, I got past and left it behind again.

The rest of the freeway was uneventful.

At the end of the freeway, where they are usually RBTing southbounders, there was a cop car, with a truck behind it, and it looked like the trucky was getting a ticket for something.

On my way to work from there, I'm in the 90 zone doing about 100, and some chick in a car came right up my ass, and then went rushing to overtake, and then pulled in front of me, what was the point of that.

I just kept going, then came to the first set ot lights, and her she was stuck behind a whole bunch of crap, and I just came rolling up behind, and as I got there the lights went green, and I kept going.

So what did racing along acheive? it meant that she got to wait at the lights for at least a minute, going nowhere.

I got to work, parked, and went inside.

It was a bit after 10am. I started looking at the javascript stuff again.

A guy developing one of the applications that the application I'm developing has to be able to talk to called me. It was about the requests I'd made to him, for being able to operate with my code, he said he'd start looking at making the changes I was after, and I should get something on Monday.

I went back to work. A few minutes later, the guy at Orange who's taken over looking after the website called me, apparently there's an issue, and he wants to know who he can talk to about it.

He said he'd called the vendor of the software we use, but the guy we deal with was away in Canberra. I said I'd have a look at it.

I found that the database that drives it had fallen over some reason, a process on the server had gone stupid again "Xsun", taking 50% of the cpu. I killed that off, restarted mysql, and then I had to do some "flush-hosts" or something, so it would work again.

All the meanwhile, the network connectivity was really poor, and every time I typed something, I had to wait a minute or so for it to echo back, it was pretty painful.

I managed to get it all working again, and went back to work.

Someone told me that there was cakes, something they do on Friday's, I went out and grabbed a bit.

A few more people wandered out, and then he said that the two new people they've hired both have Birthdays on the same day, today.

I hung around there for another few minutes, and then I went upstairs to talk to the guy up there.

He was on the phone, sorting something out, I waited until he was finished, and then I went with him to speak to someone, who'd been having a problem. It was the guy who posed in the boxers the other day.

They've just put blinds up in the windows in that section of the office, and they were all down, the chick who'd been calling him on the phone for a joke before, had sent him an email to open the blinds, but he wouldn't.

The guy from IT opened them, and then called the chick on someone elses phone, so she answered it, and then he asked for the guy who we're going to put the screensaver on his pc, she saw us out the window and laughed, and then hung up.

We were finished there, so we went back around, and saw the chick. I used her pc, and ran the screensaver that was on my pc downstairs on her pc.

It was so funny, pictures of the guy posing in boxers, with "I'm Too Sexy" playing.

I went back downstairs and did some work after that.

I then got stuck in some silly emailing group, I just forwarded a few funny pictures I'd been emailed, and went back to work.

The woman who used to run the old database system (before it was decommissioned) is doing the documentation for the new one I'm writing, so she wanted to have a quick conversation about they logical design of the new system, so I spoke to her for a few minutes, and then went back to work again.

I rewrote the Oracle insert function I'd been working on, and put in an else clause, into another table, then the 135 records got put in there.

I don't understand it though, how can records be not either the right length, too long, or null? there's nothing else, yet 135 records don't meet that criteria.

A bit after midday, I emailed to find out what time lunch was, and then I wandered upstairs.

The guy was joking around, saying he was going to stalk the chick to lunch, because she was going to lunch with some guy, and we weren't invited.

We went outside to wait while the guy turned up. I would have rathered just get lunch and go back to work. Whenever anyone would come up the street, the guy would say "is that him?" when there was no way it was, like someone on a skateboard.

Eventually he turned up, she went off to lunch, and we went across the road to the cafe to get a sandwich.

There were some stupid kids on skateboards in the entryway of the carpark, and skating under the boom gates, I thought about telling them to bugger off, but I couldn't be bothered having and argument with them.

We had lunch across the road, and then went back to work.

I went back and worked on the javscript stuff a bit more. I found an example of what I was trying to do, and it worked in Firefox, I saw that it was using a slightly different syntax than I was, so I changed my code, tried it, and it worked, hooray.

I had to use InnerHTML, rather than InnerText, with a different syntax, and then it was fine.

Then I worked on the Oracle stuff. I couldn't see what was wrong with the 135 records (and it was hard to tell, just by running queries). I wanted to look at the whole table, but I couldn't be bothered to write a php function to dump the table out on a webpage.

I emailed the guy upstairs, to see if the Oracle client, and "toad" (an Oracle gui interface thing) cd were up there, he said he'd look, and then I got an email that they were.

I went up, he had the Toad cd, but not the Oracle client cd (and the one that comes with windows is broken of course). We went through all the Oracle cd boxes, I eventually found the Oracle 9i client cd in a box with 8i documentation.

I didn't take the Toad cd, since you can download it, and there's a new version apparently, you just need the registration key, which I had somewhere.

I went downstairs and installed Oracle client, I tried to download the new Toad, but I didn't have the "site id" to access the downloads area.

I took the Oracle CD back, and got the Toad CD, went down and installed it, no problem.

I started looking properly at the database table, now I was stuff as to what's wrong with these records.

I went back upstairs, took the Toad CD back. Someone else in IT wanted to the see the screensaver, so I ran it up on the guy upstairs' pc, we had a laugh, and then I went back downstairs.

I went back to working on the javascript, my patience
was restored a bit, now that I had a working function.

I refined it a bit more, had it working nicely, and finished rewriting the code I started on last Friday (when I was hungover, and it was crap code).

The guy from upstairs, and the chick were leaving, they went past and said bye on their way out, it was a bit after 4pm.

I kept working, I played with the javascript function code a bit more, and got it even better.

The building manager came around, and I started talking to him, he'd come to whinge that I'd parked my bike where he didn't want people parking. Oh, I didn't realise that was why there was an empty crate left in the parking spots.

I kept working. A little while later, I noticed that there seemed to be no one else in the office, it was a bit after 5pm.

I grabbed my stuff, and I left.

I rode towards home, on the freeway, there were stacks of idiots, people in the right lane, going bloody slow.

I got off the freeway, and there was some idiot on the off ramp going 50, I went around them.

Even between the freeway and the supermarket, more idiots. Two 4wd tanks going through a roundabout at about 30km/h, I overtook them.

I got to the supermarket, I went in and did my shopping, I got to the checkout, and the woman just looks at me. Hello, would you like to serve me so I can get the hell out of here?

She rang the stuff up, I paid, and left.

I was just reversing my bike out of the spot to take off, when this stupid woman with a trolley moves right behind me, where I need to go in order to be able to ge out of the spot.

I stop, to avoid backing into the trolley, and she just stands there. I mumbled "are you fucking right?" I don't know if she heard it, didn't move, so I just kept moving back, until I was back far enough to turn enough to go forward and get out. Spastic fucking idiot.

I was really agro now, I came home. It was about 6.30pm.

I put the dinner on to cook, watched some tv, and started blogging.