Got word that the only thing holding up the new project is the drug test. The contract manager asked me if I would call and see if the lab can hurry up.

I told her that I am not the "customer" as I am not paying for the drug tests (yes, two). She said she would contact them.

Really? Like I go get drug tests for fun. If the lab was influenced by me at all, wouldn't that be a bad sign?

The project seems interesting but not sure if it is good enough to put up with the bullshit.

Some days you know you are stepping towards evil. You want to see how evil it is, and are you power enough to keep true.

Translate: going through the hiring process to Accenture.

Today's musical selection is: Psychostick.

Friend gave use an infected laptop for my wife to use. Reset Window 10 because the wife doesn't want to learn Linux.

Spending hours uninstalling Dell crap.

Anyone know if the Infoblox boxes can be reloaded with pfSense/OPNsense?

Anyone know of a place to get free stock images of computer related things for a website?

Just finished migrating my first CentOS 8 machine to Rocky Linux

You know after all these years, I still can't stand RISC.

I hit top ten with only our own releases.

I go the "job" but something feels amiss.

Going through a contractor and they said it was a go, but haven't gotten any paperwork. Not ending any of my existing contracts yet.

I went with @thegibson 's recommendation.

Today is a Monster Magnet day.

Just did an interview for a BSD job. Kinda excited about it, but just staying chill and finishing my weeks work.

Anyone have any tools they recommend for cleaning up hacked WP site?

Trying to clean the site to a point where it is safe to turn back over to the dev. I don't have great confidence in the dev, but that's not me call.

Problem with working for yourself/WFH: Figured out a problem, but there is no one to celebrate with.

Really feel like I need a high five or something, but the cat doesn't understand my joy.

The side effect is that I figure out some things that are out my pay grade, but no one realizes it. Not saying I need to get kudos from anyone, but would be nice to have some geek friends to have a beer with.

Starting to think this is having quite bit to do with my moods. I achieve something great and all I have is the next challenge to look forward to.

Is this part of the burnout symptoms or the burnout cause?

Low on fund in general, so need a quiet and cheap weekend.

Feel like building something, but usually quit once I get started. We will see if I can finish anything.

Leather sounds good. Thinking of a few designed for a knife belt care. Maybe a proper sheath.

Back to the basics.... Bill Idol's Cyberpunk

Choose no life.

Choose sysadminning.

Choose no career.

Choose no family.

Choose a fucking big computer, choose hard disks the size of washing machines, old cars, CD ROM writers and electrical coffee makers.

Choose no sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance.

Choose fixed interest car loans.

Choose a rented shoebox.

Choose no friends.

Choose black jeans and matching combat boots.

Choose a swivel chair for your office in a range of fucking fabrics.

Choose NNTP and wondering why the fuck you're logged on on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting in that chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last on some miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the computer-literate.

Choose your future.

Choose sysadmining.

Why am I logged into work figuring out how to dump a postgres database?

Oh yeah, I don't have a life.

Last night I dreamed of a friend who committed suicide. He was best friend. It really hurts in a way I can't liken towards anything else.

I am not angry, I have contemplated it enough to understand the the immediate reasons. I am not sad, as I believe he is no longer in term oil.

I am just empty. Empty because there is a space where he used to be. He was important to me. Life without him is not the same.

I am sitting here drunk , hoping that by confessing my emptiness that it will miraculously be filled.

It won't. Tomorrow I was wake up missing you just as much. I hope it was worth it, because life without you it unbearable.

I miss you Hyper.

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A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. Keep it fairly clean please. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.