No thunderstorms. No car crashes into the building. No reason at all. But last night, around 11 p.m. (after I dragged myself to bed with a splitting headache around 9:30), there was a major power outage at our data center. Said data center houses the heart and soul of all of the computer systems used by my division.

Crash! Burn! Fry!

And who manages those systems? Yes, my dearies. The Hotfessional.

Now, since you all are computer literate, you do understand that if you’re running about 40 applications on a bunch of different computers and all rely on a single source of power, and you’re in the middle of multi-tasking - processing stuff on 36 or so of those systems - and sending reports and emails and stuff out from the other 4 - and some wayhoo blows up and decides to just take away the electricity…. this is going to cause problems. Yes? You understand that?

Then would you kindly tell the line of people outside my door who expect me to waive my little fairy wand over this whole mess and fix it in 2.64 seconds that it may take a little longer?!?!?!?

(No, this isn’t exactly what I’m wearing today, but the hairstyle is kinda close … except I have way more gray. I think I should maybe think about getting this outfit though…kinda goes with the whole Hotfessional theme)

Sorry, did I get off track there? Oh yea, back to bitching.

Really you all. Shit happens. This is not personal. It was not an act of terrorism that caused the power failure. I did not travel 60 miles at a time of day that is very clearly past my bedtime to somehow figure out how to disappear the current that runs it all so that my Friday would be spent listening to you yell at me. In fact - the experts - the people who actually play with electricity for a living have no idea what happened.

Yes, I will make sure that these things. Get. Fixed. That customers are taken care of. That work gets done. It’s my weekend too y’know.

—– That is how my June started…..with the electricity that went away ——-

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