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kyburgBrand X, one of my favorite trading partners, delivered the mother of all data hits last night and locked up the company mailbox.
And if you understand that, convince me and I'll be much amused.
If you don't, hang in there. Rant's almost over.
The bugger-all dirty birds enacted a program change that put only a few documents inside an interchange - all good. Except we had over 4700 orders. Over 3200 interchanges. I never knew FTP had an upper limit on how many interchanges it could take out of a mailbox - could have lived my life without that piece of information, truth be told - but NOOOOOOO.
Upshot - they sent around a pitiful "we're sorry we fucked you up" email about 3:00 PM this afternoon, and I had to ask the network to pull all the information in, dump it to /dev/null and requeue it up for me in individual, bite-sized packages. Twelve of them. Each one took 45 minutes, on average, to run in.
I spent my day babysitting the VAN. All hail the den mother. ...fuckaduck.
Brand X deserves to die.
Oh, and Mom called while I was on hold - she wants to go up to see her sister up in Grass Valley before surgery. Yeah, I'll make that work - Sis and little brother have already said they can't do it. Bah. Jim is working. Okay.
I'll just call older brother and see if I can't cook up some mischief. He's in San Francisco. He could catch a plane. Hee.
We could have one heck of a time. I'll bring the videocamera.
I have to go look up recipes for kale and chard. I got a big bunch of BOTH in the CSA box today.
And if you understand that, convince me and I'll be much amused.
If you don't, hang in there. Rant's almost over.
The bugger-all dirty birds enacted a program change that put only a few documents inside an interchange - all good. Except we had over 4700 orders. Over 3200 interchanges. I never knew FTP had an upper limit on how many interchanges it could take out of a mailbox - could have lived my life without that piece of information, truth be told - but NOOOOOOO.
Upshot - they sent around a pitiful "we're sorry we fucked you up" email about 3:00 PM this afternoon, and I had to ask the network to pull all the information in, dump it to /dev/null and requeue it up for me in individual, bite-sized packages. Twelve of them. Each one took 45 minutes, on average, to run in.
I spent my day babysitting the VAN. All hail the den mother. ...fuckaduck.
Brand X deserves to die.
Oh, and Mom called while I was on hold - she wants to go up to see her sister up in Grass Valley before surgery. Yeah, I'll make that work - Sis and little brother have already said they can't do it. Bah. Jim is working. Okay.
I'll just call older brother and see if I can't cook up some mischief. He's in San Francisco. He could catch a plane. Hee.
We could have one heck of a time. I'll bring the videocamera.
I have to go look up recipes for kale and chard. I got a big bunch of BOTH in the CSA box today.
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:00 pm (UTC)Chard makes good colcannon.
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 08:56 pm (UTC)Ha! I'll use both!
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Date: 2004-10-13 07:01 pm (UTC)