It’s the silly season at work again. There’s a server we have to upgrade from this OS to that OS (and Red Hat 10 came out last month and now we have to have meetings about *THAT*). And so when we discussed the various things that will need to be part of the various stories in the various sprints coming up, one thing kept being mentioned: “Oh, yeah, I’m out the week before the 4th of July.”
This guy is going to Georgia. That guy is going up to Wyoming and will be out of range of cell towers. My boss didn’t say where he was going, he just said something like “oh, I’ll be out of pocket.” So I’m guessing “relatives”.
*I* will not be going anywhere. I’ll be the guy stuck at work upgrading the server (and making sure the applications all work) and writing a short essay on the whole “Red Hat 10 vs. Red Hat 9 vs. Red Hat 8” thing that I will likely be asked to turn into snappy sentences and slides and remove all of the humor because the PM “won’t appreciate it”.
If they want me to not put the jokes in in the first place, they can stay in Colorado.
The grocery store in on strike and so many of my plans for the weekend involve stuff involving going to the grocery store and now those plans are gang aft agley. That’s fine. Costco and Sprouts should be able to cover the stuff I’m going to want to be making for the coming week.
And I will try to remember that as hot as it will be next week, everywhere else will not only be hot, it’ll be humid too.
So it’s good to be the guy who stays home. And takes off the 7th.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “torn”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
Bullet number one in your essay: There is no STIG for RHEL 10…yet! But we here may find ourselves having the “RHEL 8 vs RHEL 9” talk next week as we tech refresh our CI/CD stack. We have a further complication in that our system of record is running an ancient operating system that may not be supported on an upgraded stack–even virtually! I know what cyber will want us to do…but cyber don’t get to make technical decisions.
(Nice bit of Scottish there…I had to google it, of course.)
The poem it references also has an oblique reference in Die Hard 3 that I also murmur to myself whenever one of my well laid plans goes awry.
They delivered the new living room furniture on Saturday. It’s nothing fancy, but picking it out by myself was another in the sequence of painful admissions that my wife (of 45 years in August) will die in memory care. My situation has never been as bad, but I have a great deal of sympathy for Em’s mother.
The other admission is that while the futon was still comfortable to sit in, every time I needed to get up it was clear that I was climbing out of it. I sit on the new pieces, not in them. Prepositions matter.