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Friday, July 16, 2010
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Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Planning
You can't tell much about a new job after one week. What I have been able to tell, is that getting to spend a few hours with Alexandra every morning is great. I've seen more of her development first hand this week, than I have all year.
Early in potty training, once in awhile, Alexandra used to get an m&m. She never forgot. Nearly early every time I put her on the potty, she asks for one. When you tell her no, she quickly switches to asking for a vitamin, then a sticker.
On Thursday I got her up, and put her on the potty. She did well, like usual. She asked for an m&m, like usual, then a vitamin.
"I'm sorry honey, we're all out of vitamins."
"Go car. Go store. Get vitamins."
There wasn't a pause, there wasn't a question. I was floored. She can create and verbalise plans. Now I've got to wonder, is this the first new big thing I got to see because of my new hours? Or is this the first thing I've noticed I've missed because of my old hours?
Early in potty training, once in awhile, Alexandra used to get an m&m. She never forgot. Nearly early every time I put her on the potty, she asks for one. When you tell her no, she quickly switches to asking for a vitamin, then a sticker.
On Thursday I got her up, and put her on the potty. She did well, like usual. She asked for an m&m, like usual, then a vitamin.
"I'm sorry honey, we're all out of vitamins."
"Go car. Go store. Get vitamins."
There wasn't a pause, there wasn't a question. I was floored. She can create and verbalise plans. Now I've got to wonder, is this the first new big thing I got to see because of my new hours? Or is this the first thing I've noticed I've missed because of my old hours?
Monday, April 5, 2010
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Liberation in self burial
On April 16th, at 5:01PM, I'm burying myself.
To be more precise, not my physical self, and I'm having cron do the dirty work for me.
April 16th is my last day at Tootsie Roll Industries, where I am the linux sysadmin. One of the things sysadmins do is remove users.
I could leave it for the other sysadmin to do, once I'm gone, but there is something very appealing about removing myself. So at 5PM, the servers will all talk to Matt, instead of to me. At 5:01PM, a log will record all the permissions of all the accounts I have, and sweep all my files into a removed-users graveyard.
This is my way of cleaning my desk, and turning out the light once I'm gone.
I love being a linux syadmin, and I've loved working at this candy company, but now I'm off to smaller, and better, things.
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