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Thank you for calling to try and make me feel better, and you for letting me know you are there.

It means a lot to me.

I've got to get out of here.

Call number one just received.

It was my boss immediately forwarding me a user complaint with no screening at all. She was complaining that data is missing from one of our applications that was entered into it when it was moved two days to another box when this system started going down. Of all the applications on here this is ONE I am certain experienced NO data loss, because it's the only application whose database server stayed the same through out the process. I told him to tell her to give me specific examples of missing data, and I woudl hunt them down.

We'll see what happens.

I've always been one to want to know. And knowing never hurt me. Until now. I can't really explain why it hurts. I can tell you why, but all the things I would bring up are all things that could easily be removed, if done by the right person. Does it hurt because this time it's love? Does that make a difference?

I still want to know. I just have to be more careful.

I need sleep. I'm going to try to lay down.

I love you, Jess.

Ooops. I almost forgot to install the old crontabs. It's a good thing I remembered on my way home or some people would have been REALLY pissed.

I got you, you bastard.

From my sleep-deprived state, everything looks okay here. Going home.

I miss you, Jess.

Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Damn Informix.

I was doing my best to not have to go in to work tonight, but I just now decided that the last two steps of this process are best done from there since they deal with changing IP addresses on running servers. If all goes well, I should be back in less than an hour.