Thursday 4 March 1999

Pic of the day: Reflections.

Something actually happened at work today. A certain boss had become concerned about data security after the water leak the other day. So he decided that the server - the only server - had to be raised some five cm higher up from the floor. So he took along a strong guy and some materials, and they proceeded to move the server. While it was still spinning happily, and everyone was working busily.
The server, not used to this kind of rough treatment, passed out. Like, totally frozen. Up to and including the console, from where it could have been shut down properly. At this time I walked in and declared that the mains would have to be disconnected, that the server would have to spend half an hour or two to get up again, and that it might not necessarily be OK by then. All this came to pass. There were a couple of pale faces there for a while, while the workers were milling aimlessly around wondering what had happened.

Days like this make my job somewhat interesting.

I guess I should have been studying. Or writing. Or something. But instead I'm sitting here, don't know how long, looking at a picture and playing On Empty Beaches again and again and again. Like the sands of an hourglass, time is running through my fingers and is gone. I could let go of my longing, but I don't want to. Humans are so fast, like flickering flames, here today, changed tomorrow. Whenever I reach out to them, they are already gone.

I've tried for hours to write something here that gives meaning even to you who are strangers. But I can not. It all comes out very weird when I try to read it without knowing me like I do. I'm sorry.

At least I've finally managed to switch to another CD. I hope "One life to live" with Richi M will prepare me better for the night than the previous one. (A little late for that, actually. It's definitely night when it's near 2 AM.)