You see, it’s almost 11 pm, and I’ve been hearing a powered screwdriver on the other side of these walls. I can tell you this much, if they wake up our sick baby with what they’re doing, Sav is going to rip them a new one.
I planned on blogging about my experience with Hotwire today, but I’ve got to get to bed early tonight because I need to get in to work tomorrow morning and fix our servers. Apparently they send out emails when people nominate others for “Brigham Awards”. The site was recently moved to a new server, and it must not be configured correctly. My boss has gotten over 500 messages saying that some mail couldn’t be delivered, and my guess is that he’s only going to get more throughout the night. Oops. (Not my oops, thankfully.)