Only slept for around four hours last night. I wasn't nervous or anything...just couldn't get comfortable, couldn't get tired enough. Just one of those nights. And I had to wake up early, cause I didn't have a chance to grab a shower last night. Nothing too major, but a little annoying when you couldn't get much shut-eye. ::shrugs::
Drug myself out the door and out to a customer site. I mentioned that last time, I think...while everyone else was sipping coffee at Airport Blvd, I had to wake up earlier and drive out farther and get started earlier doing actual work. On my day off. Amusing, but not really so bad just yet. In short, what I was doing was following up on a service call from Friday. Should have been a 15 minute slam-bam job, but it ended up taking two hours since everything that could go wrong pretty much did. I got it fixed, however, and today I just needed to print out a test page and make sure the user knew how it worked. Kind of a courtesy thing more than anything else, since I didn't get finished till after she left the other day. And, it doesn't work. And I double- and triple- check everything, and it all appears to be okay. And I have a dentist appointment in an hour, so I can't sit there and troubleshoot it for very long. Instead of wasting time (since the clock has been running since Friday afternoon already), I called up the tech support for that piece of software. They don't help me much. It's to be expected that they'd treat me like a user and not a network technician, even after I tried my best to describe to them in as technical terms as I could exactly what I've already tried. But instead of walking me through the process, all they did was have me email them a log file for them to look at, and they told me they'd get back to me in a few hours. Maybe. So I was kinda stuck...woulda tried it myself if I knew that's all they'd do. But, whatever. Just hope I haven't lost too much face there, because that was one of my few regular customers.
The dentists was fun. I thought I was going for a quick cleaning, but instead they spent forever digging huge, bloody calcium deposits out from below my gumline with their sharp, pokey instruments of death and destruction. Won't go into any more detail about that. It hurt, but I can deal with pain pretty good. Got a high threshold. But what really hurt was that I was stuck there for an hour and a half listening to a non-stop Beatles marathon. If I didn't have that test this afternoon, I'd have asked them to put me under to ease my suffering. I swear, between listening to that crap and hearing them describe how messed up my teeth were, I felt positively British. ::groans: But, long st