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Whee, sinus-dizzy.

I really want to knock off and take a nap, as predicted. I'll see if I can get away with that, or something. Or go home early.

Ooo, what's this? A can of worms! I wonder what's inside?

Looks like I have a new "little project". One system is not agreeing with another system. Again. But it's a different system this time. Fortunately for me, I know what records to provide/demand, and how to see through much database-related bullshit. (Also, while I may be an end-user so far as this DB team is concerned, I'm *clueful*.)

Pink Shirt Guy is out today. This means I get to do some big scary spreadsheets all by myselves. I just printed out one report like a half-million times because the UI baffled me.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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