It's strange how bothersome things seem to travel in convoys.
I was minding my own business yesterday in good form and at peace with the world when I got an email. It informed me that this site was down. I checked the site and it was fine, so I went back to whatever nothing I had been doing. Then I got another mail saying the site was up again. I ignored it as the site was fine. But then another arrived – down again. Fuck!
As the afternoon wore on, I received a chain of emails from the service that was monitoring the site. Apparently it was going up and down like a fiddler's elbow, but it was fine for me. I could see it perfectly well and assumed there was something wrong with the monitor, but then a friend wrote from the old US of A and said he couldn't access the site. So it was down for him but not for me? Fuck fuck!
I started throwing switches in the engine room and unplugging things. Nothing made any difference. I tried replacing stuff and kicking it. No joy.
Then I had to leave everything and go down to the village as I was supposed to meet a woman down there. I had never met this woman [she was some friend of Herself] and I didn’t know what she looked like or even her approximate age. All I knew was her first name, that she was reasonably female, and the time we were supposed to meet. She never turned up. I waited for over half an hour which wasn’t too bad as I had the perfect excuse to chat up every woman who passed by. I did get chatted up by a couple of priests [they were undercover ones in plain clothes but I can spot a priest a mile off] which to put it very mildly was a barrel full of strangeness.
So back home again to try to fix a problem on the site that I couldn't see.
Quite late on in the evening I managed to get the site running again. I haven't a fucking clue what I did or how I did it – I just went through the site with a flame-thrower obliterating chunks and hoping for the best.
This morning I started riffling through the charred remains. I eventually found the problem. One fucking line of code that had been there for months, or even years and is considered essential by all the experts. That same line of code is in God knows how many other sites but for some weird reason, my little line had gone bolshie on me.
So my troubles were over at last.
Then I discovered that the sewer is backing up and it's pissing rain outside. It's probably all the charred remains of the website I flushed down the toilet.
I am not in the mood for shit shoveling down manholes while it pisses rain on me. it can damn well wait.
I just hope I won't need a dump today.