Monday, monday...

...can't trust that day. And so, migration to the new host begins. I'm (understandably) not fond of this process - it's a pain in the ass on a good day. It's seriously not going to impress me...

Which reminds me, I need to export the *entire* photo gallery database. ::sigh:: I'm almost inclined to leave 'er be and try to... hm. Actually that's exactly what I'm going to do...

Gentlemen... Behold! I have a plan!

In the meantime, it's Monday. I walked into the office today dreading what might have broken, blown up, imploded, or otherwise ceased functioning over the weekend. These guys don't even work a full day on the weekend - a half day on Saturday - yet somehow there always manages to be *something* that is irreparably, irrevocably, irreconcilably destroyed by the time I roll in on Monday, coffee in hand, goosebumps on my arms in anticipation of what awaits me.

Good thing I'm not an IT guy, or I'd be in some serious shit, eh? I've just kind of come to terms with the fact that my department just has to bite the bullet (or the keyboard, as the case may be) and deal with the everday IT issues. It hampers the rest of the work-schedule, of course, and is extremely inefficient to have to task-switch so much (something I learned all about at Think), but I've also learned to minimize the damage done (i.e. wait until there's a ton of crap gone bad, and then send monkeys out in force on 'search and repair' missions...)

It's all fun and games until someone drops a hand-grenade. None of those yet today, thankfully, but it's only 10am. Early still. The demons have only just begun to stir...