2lb percussive maintenance tool, please.

Did I say something about it being quiet at work?

The main actual work I do in a day is keeping the daily backups in order, i.e. being a tape monkey. Over the weekend the tape jukebox decided to fuck up (one of the drives went south), meaning the weekend full backup wasn't finished by Monday morning. It finished Tuesday afternoon. We managed to extract the tape from the buggered drive, then I got to deal with an appeasement engineer (dressed up nice, with a tie and everything). Who told me it must have been a dodgy tape. No? Then it must be because we're using Networker on Solaris. No? The other Unix admin LARTed him with the full history of the jukebox and he checked the power supply and realised it was fading much as we had thought. Maybe next week will go smoothly.

Today my boss mistook me for a porter. I disabused him of this notion forthwith. One of the NT admins got to do the heavy lifting instead. Two Sun boxes with two 21" monitors each. Ha.

(The Sun boxes the scientists use have two monitors each. So you can tell who in management is a wanker because they have a PC, but they have a gratuitous second monitor.)

B-Movie Club this Friday: change of venue.

sexbat's new club night B-Movie has suffered a last-second change of venue. It will now be taking place at the Betsey Trotswood (56 Farringdon Road, London EC1R 3BL - nearest tube Farringdon), at the same time (8pm-2am) and £1 cheaper to get in (£4, or £3 concession before 10:30pm). Drinks at pub prices. There will be a map on the door of the previous venue if you only have the incredibly cool filmstrip handbill.

I'll be there, health allowing. (I've had a cold for two weeks, but haven't been able to rest as those have coincided with the first two weeks of the new job.) Fingers crossed.