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It's not quite me that's sick this time.
Nov. 18th, 2008 07:29 pmI started working at the Royal London Hospital this week.
Guess what else happened at work today?
Basically, as far as we are given to understand, the virus works by getting all the computers in the Trust to 'talk to each other too much', as I heard it put - too much data, overloads the network, nothing works. This hit lunchtime yesterday, but they wouldn't admit that it was a virus until this morning, and they way they were selling it to us, we figured it'd be an easy fix.
Cue lunchtime: TOTAL SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. As in, switch all the computers off, unplug them from the walls and fix at least some of them manually. Guess who spent today sorting hundreds of documents into alphabetical order by patient hospital number? Guess who wanted to commit seppuku by paper cut by the end of the day? I'm honestly considering ringing my supervisor and saying, "Okay, here's what I'm going to do. I know you're in by half-eight; I will ring the hospital and ask whether the systems are back up. If they are, I'll come in - I will be late, but I'll be in. If not, here's my mobile number - if the computers come up before midday, ring me and I will be there. If not, I'll see you Thursday". I have no desire to get up at half-past sparrowfart, commute for two hours and get in only to find that all there is is the other few hundred documents that were hidden in a filing cabinet drawer which, if I turn up tomorrow, someone will make me sort into alphabetical order just for something to do. I can afford one day out of five out, but I don't think my ego, patience or sanity can take another day of that shit.
Particularly not when the commute itself is so hellacious. The commute in is almost decent - slow, and there's the continuous traffic, but at least it's okay compared to the trip home. Invariably, the bus I take to get about halfway home kicks people out at inconvenient points along the route rather than going to the end of the route, or even to where I need it to go. Tottenham Court Road? Noooooo, it can't be arsed. Yesterday it was Holborn - I can walk to Tottenham Court Road from there, no big deal. Today? Bank. That's not walkable. In the end, I had to take the 43 as far as Friern Barnet and walk from there. I couldn't afford to get another bus to where I needed to be to catch my bus home, so I had to improvise.
It's been an unutterably sucky last few ... well, weeks, really, but beyond a high point of visiting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mitchy on Saturday, there has been no good about the last couple of days. Well. Maybe having hit the 30k mark on the NaNo. But this shit I simply do not need.
Guess what else happened at work today?
Basically, as far as we are given to understand, the virus works by getting all the computers in the Trust to 'talk to each other too much', as I heard it put - too much data, overloads the network, nothing works. This hit lunchtime yesterday, but they wouldn't admit that it was a virus until this morning, and they way they were selling it to us, we figured it'd be an easy fix.
Cue lunchtime: TOTAL SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. As in, switch all the computers off, unplug them from the walls and fix at least some of them manually. Guess who spent today sorting hundreds of documents into alphabetical order by patient hospital number? Guess who wanted to commit seppuku by paper cut by the end of the day? I'm honestly considering ringing my supervisor and saying, "Okay, here's what I'm going to do. I know you're in by half-eight; I will ring the hospital and ask whether the systems are back up. If they are, I'll come in - I will be late, but I'll be in. If not, here's my mobile number - if the computers come up before midday, ring me and I will be there. If not, I'll see you Thursday". I have no desire to get up at half-past sparrowfart, commute for two hours and get in only to find that all there is is the other few hundred documents that were hidden in a filing cabinet drawer which, if I turn up tomorrow, someone will make me sort into alphabetical order just for something to do. I can afford one day out of five out, but I don't think my ego, patience or sanity can take another day of that shit.
Particularly not when the commute itself is so hellacious. The commute in is almost decent - slow, and there's the continuous traffic, but at least it's okay compared to the trip home. Invariably, the bus I take to get about halfway home kicks people out at inconvenient points along the route rather than going to the end of the route, or even to where I need it to go. Tottenham Court Road? Noooooo, it can't be arsed. Yesterday it was Holborn - I can walk to Tottenham Court Road from there, no big deal. Today? Bank. That's not walkable. In the end, I had to take the 43 as far as Friern Barnet and walk from there. I couldn't afford to get another bus to where I needed to be to catch my bus home, so I had to improvise.
It's been an unutterably sucky last few ... well, weeks, really, but beyond a high point of visiting
mitchy on Saturday, there has been no good about the last couple of days. Well. Maybe having hit the 30k mark on the NaNo. But this shit I simply do not need.