{"id":54062,"date":"2024-01-24T19:51:46","date_gmt":"2024-01-25T03:51:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/briancebuhl.com\/?p=54062"},"modified":"2024-01-24T19:51:46","modified_gmt":"2024-01-25T03:51:46","slug":"just-another-bad-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/briancebuhl.com\/?p=54062","title":{"rendered":"Just Another Bad Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It&#8217;s 7:30PM on a Wednesday.  I&#8217;m about to play some video games with my friends.  Can&#8217;t slouch on my daily duty, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;ll forgo the &#8220;Personal News&#8221; and just jump into this, because this whole topic is personal news.  Today was rough.  Let me tell you about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As I mentioned recently, Pancakes is in heat again, so sleep is once again strained.  It doesn&#8217;t seem quite as bad as before, but I still struggled to get up on time to make the drive to work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Traffic this morning wasn&#8217;t as bad as it had been yesterday, but it still took a full hour to get to the office.  As has been told to me by a tech writer I admire, &#8220;California drivers are powdered crazy.  Just add water.&#8221; The drizzle of rain this morning was sufficient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Thus far, things aren&#8217;t really that bad.  I&#8217;m tired, cranky, irritated from the drive, but I&#8217;m healthy enough and I made it to work on time.  My upset stomach put me in the bathroom earlier than I like, and of course the first stall I went into somehow had shit smeared on the back of the seat, but <em>this isn&#8217;t that bad so far, I swear<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I get through some meetings, some of which were intense.  One of the meetings goes long, bleeding into my lunch hour, but we accomplished some stuff.  It&#8217;s fine.  Everything is fine.  I figure I&#8217;ll just go to Chipotle because I lack self-respect and figure that if I already have some stomach issues, how much worse can they be?  I&#8217;ll get my greasy tacos, take them to my desk, and stuff my face while I catch up on some more work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They make my tacos and I go to pay and&#8230; my card is declined.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;Do you want to use a different card?&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I don&#8217;t <em>have<\/em> a different card.  I don&#8217;t carry cash anymore.  I have plenty of money in the bank.  My card should not be declined.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They put my bag of food behind the counter and let me step to the side and call my bank.  The call is not quick.  I&#8217;m on hold for over 20 minutes, with dueling robots interrupting each other to use too-loud voices to tell me things I do not want or need to hear.  I heard it all before, the last time an overly sensitive fraud alert stranded me without money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At least the last time this happened, I wasn&#8217;t alone or embarrassed in front of a Chipotle full of people.  My stomach twists in knots, and I wait it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They&#8217;re able to help me.  It wasn&#8217;t easy.  There is some 24-hour pin that I was never actually told, and the account numbers changed, so I don&#8217;t have that to give.  My social security number is enough to identify me, and the rest of the identification process of verifying personal information and giving numbers from a text message verify my identity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It takes them 3 tries to unlock my card.  Each time, they keep me on the line and I have to weave in through the paying customers to try my card.  My face is hot.  I&#8217;m tired of pressing my cell phone against the side of my head.  Just let me get my unhealthy lunch and get back to work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I get through it and return to my desk, and I have about 10 minutes to down my lunch before the big end-of-scrum meeting, in which I&#8217;m supposed to be one of the presenters.  I haven&#8217;t had a chance to prepare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That&#8217;s okay.  My presentation is fine, and the meeting continues.  But there&#8217;s still that one task I need to complete, so I start working on it during the meeting.  It involves updating a row in the production database, in order to change the replication settings for one of our internal environments.  No big deal.  I&#8217;ve done this thousands of times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lack of sleep.  Upset stomach.  Flustered from the lunch experience.  Oh, and I left my glasses at my desk, and I&#8217;m working on my tiny laptop screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;m not sure which factor played the biggest part, but I screwed up.  Instead of changing the replication settings for one of our environments, I changed it for <em>all<\/em> of the environments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Oh no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I didn&#8217;t panic.  I did what I could to minimize the damage.  But I screwed up, and there&#8217;s no easy undo to fix this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I wound up having to stay late, waiting for a restore of a major database so that I can put the settings back.  Then I wound my way through crappy traffic to come home, and the restore still isn&#8217;t done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Anyway, how was your day?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s 7:30PM on a Wednesday. I&#8217;m about to play some video games with my friends. Can&#8217;t slouch on my daily duty, though. I&#8217;ll forgo the &#8220;Personal News&#8221; and just jump into this, because this whole topic is personal news. Today was rough. Let me tell you about it. 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