Gnawing through the straps
Just another Wizblogs weblog
Just another Wizblogs weblog
Apr 20th
Two days of follow-up to the IPA training with involvement in the daily support regimen chewed through the hours. That and some preparation for the in-depth next week ate up Thursday & Friday. Quite how one loses days that quickly still surprises me.
Finish the week realising that i’ve been trying to get the new Satellite machine synced for a whole week and that it’s still not complete. There is something seriously borked in the land of Denmark, though whether I can get anyone to take my complaints seriously remains to be seen.
Apr 17th
Three days of training later on the forthcoming IPA product as adapted for the Red Hat Enterprise Linux family and I think I’ve got my brain wrapped around the functionality, expectations and wrinkles
In fact, this has been more of a case of receiving the first draft of the training material and having to fill in the blanks and provide feedback to help produce what will become the real training materials. Even so, it looks like this project finally provides the framework to address the shortcomings and complexities in building an integrated secured cross-machine access system based on standardised components. Certainly the various elements involved have been around for a while, but as is so often the case it has taken someone the time and effort to disect the common attributes and standard use cases and put the elements back together into a more cohesive whole. With any luck the result should kickstart a more general re-appraisal of how various disparate components and projects interact, and what basic assumptions they make about their operating environments.
Most of the guys attending the training sessions have either left or will do so early tomorrow, so then begins the task of learning the details of supporting the existing, and more variably complex products. Perhaps I should patent the idea of headphones with cups underneath to capture the leaking brains for any others who are faced with similar training ordeals.
Apr 16th
Sunday, a day of rest, ish.
Taking my time to catch up with the folks on IRC and discussing possible lens purchases delays my leaving the motel until mid-morning.
I decided to head to SF and see if I can do a boat trip around the bay. On driving along the Embarcadaro I end up parking too soon, and spend the time prior to lunch wandering along the even numbered piers, noting the state of disrepair. Lunch is some calimari followed by cajun-peppered red snapper whilst looking out over the inner bay.
In the mini-market in the main port building I note the following sign
I cannot help but think they had to add the second piece on the sign after receiving complaints or excessive curious solicitations.
Headed back down the even piers (all the while wonder where the odd ones have got to) I discover on checking the map back in the car that the odd-number piers are beyond the main port building and that I’ve done all the wrong end. Unfortunately by this time I was succumbing to the effects of backpack friction on the sun-burnt areas accumulated the previous day. In the spirit of the great intrepid explorers I conclude it’s all bollocks and return to the motel for a nap.
Eventually I headed out fairly late for a bite, and decide to try the kebab place I’d noted a previous night. After ordering, paying and then waiting at a table for ten minutes the owner comes to apologise after realising they’d handed my meal to someone else. He invited me to the till where my money was refunded and he then offered me something slightly different on the house. After a few minutes he delivered it to my table along with a little box of regional sweets along with further profuse apologies and a chit for a further free meal the next time I turn up. Two meals for nowt, that’s service, especially as I could have coped with a doner kebab in a paper bag.
Apr 16th
Saturday p.m.
The trip back down (and up, and down) is taken at a slightly brisker pace having noted nothing too scary on the way to the observatory. On stopping at the first proper intersection back in civilisation to pick up some after-sun I note the distinctive smell of burnt brake-pads. Well at least I don’t have to pay for them
Saturday evening I decide to wander to the local establishment that resembles a pub (that doesn’t also claim ginyouine oirish descent) and sup a few Sam Adams. Kept being amused by the presence of a particular beer on tap CzechVar in a distinctive red on white type. Enjoy explaining to a couple of bemused Americans that their country is almost the only one in the world where that particular brew is named as such.
Apr 16th
At last, some free time.
So, I reach the weekend. The guys in the office have been working like trojans all week on keeping things ticking whilst simultaneously covering for sick colleagues and manning the exhibition stand, so I’m left to occupy myself for the weekend whilst they catch up with their families.
Apr 11th
Well, not too much to say about work days really.
Thursday I was drafted to be on the stand at the RSA2008 Expo at the Moscone Center(sic). Your typical trade show which I’d have to sum up as “1001 Corner Cases”.
Friday was spent catching up on email and setting up an RHN Satellite server
as the availability of updates for deployment in the office was limiting support and the developers.