WQRob did a posting in Twitter format and I'm going to see if my day seems more interesting by doing the same.
Woke up on time. Woke up the second time not so much on time. Forgot meds but hadn't gotten in the car. Took Hot Pockets to work for breakfast.
Picked up trouble ticket that came in late yesterday about notifications not being sent. Part of a conversion project, settings had to be recreated by the users.
Picked up another trouble ticket that came in late yesterday about data not matching a report. Couldn't find a problem, sent it back.
Finished work on an import package. Sent out a confirmation request that they wanted the data appended every day since that import file had over 20k records. Started on the next import package.
Surfed the web.
Went home. Fed the zoo. Cleaned the litterboxes. Put my lunch in the microwave. Wrote checks to pay some bills. Ate lunch. Put cleaning rags in the washer.
Went back to work. Trouble ticket with nonmatching data came back. Actually read the problem this time. Researched.
User contacted me about notifications again. Researched. Found they had a trailing semi-colon in the list. Had them remove, working now. User error.
Found the problem with the nonmatching data. Working on a way to purge that set of data so it can be recreated clean.
Talked to the team responsible for dealing with production matters, set up a plan of action on fixing the nonmatching data problem.
Surfed the web.
Came home. Took the dogs out. Chatted with Mr. Rastl. Poured a set of HA molds. Cleaned the kitchen. Poured a second set of HA molds. Put dinner in the microwave. Put cleaning rags in the dryer. Worked on a new Wordpress site. Ate dinner. Chatted with Mr. Rastl. Poured an third and final set of HA molds. Worked more on the new Wordpress site.
Wrote a blog post. Went to bed.
Hmmm.... informative..but could use more reverie. :DBut I admit I envy you. If I did a post like that, it would be so unbelievably boring right up until about 5:45 when I leave work....and the nature of my job being what it is, I'd have to go at it from memory...and generally speaking my memory has a wonderful way of suppressing most of what I spend my day doing. Some call it "compartmentalizing". I call it sanity-rationing.
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