It's bouncing off the fan
Yes, I left the shit bouncing off the fan tonight (and ran off into the night to enjoy my days off), but first I must tell about the smelly hippies.
OK they didn't smell. What they DID do though was to ask for a 10 litre water type container.
Purpose: To drive halfway up Mt freaking Wellington (where it's approximately -3 degrees) to the springs to fill it with water to drink. Apparently our slightly fluoridey water isn't good enough for them and one of the drinks more water than a camel... yeah sure, I care.
No container (no we didn't look for long). Dispatched the non smelly camel flavoured hippies to the service station to buy bottled water (they didn't see our 400ml spring water bottles at $2.50 for the bargain that they obviously are).
P.S. they also refused to buy Mt Franklin water (which was on special) because it's owned by coke. They were at a Shell servo, owned by Coles Myer... still supporting nameless, faceless gigantor company with questionable environmental policies weren't they? Twats
Back to the drama... yes I know I said it was quiet and teetering on boring, no I didn't expect the world to cave in.
It's still quiet, but as I arrived the database started playing the 'lets drop out at random moments' game. Fun, yet not tragic.
Scooted out the back with Chatterbox and threw everyone out of the database to try and reboot the server... usually sorts it out right quick. Looked at the server screen... looks like the system has just done a reboot... just in case we did another full one... just in case.
15 minutes of stability later.... splat, down she goes. Along with the internet, all emails and the network.
Ronald McDonald (Mr IT) is on his way to fix it. Just as well, because I can't currently check people in, print anything.... matter of fact really DO anything other than answer the phone that's not ringing (it's just as well I had good hair, looking good was about the extent of my capabilities)
Ronald arrives, informs me he's going to reboot the server. Told him I had the server password and we'd already tried that. He goes to do it anyway. I get the accusatory "How did you reboot it?" Duh, the right way, start, turn off, reboot. "Oh, it was showing a message of, Windows was not shut down properly etc etc" By the way Ronald when we went to reboot it, it looked like it had just rebooted itself then. (ie do NOT accuse me of being a knobgobbler, especially when that knob is ungobblable).
So he reboots, and it's ok for 10 minutes.... splat.
He fiddles with stuff, it's ok for 10 minutes.... splat
Lather, rinse, repeat.
It lasts 30 minutes... he thinks he's home and hosed and buggers off.
I call him 3 minutes later to tell him to get his ass back here, I am once again useless (more than usual). "be there in 10 minutes"
An hour or two later he saunters back in (insert surprised face here that he took so long).
I'm about half way through my list of 'must do' stuff, and can't even balance my shift at this stage or at the LEAST print a report to tell me who's in the hotel and what they owe and who's responsible for paying it.
The router gets shut down... it's working hard... seems extremely dodgy, no one's using the net or sending gigantic emails, ffs there's only 3 of us using anything computer related.
We smell a virus, or a hacker knocking on our back passage (without aid of lubrication, most inconsiderate). No more emails, no more internet til Ronald tells us we can have cheeseburgers again.
Managed to get the system up briefly so BigBadBazza and I go nuts printing out the 'must have' reports at rapid speed (at least now I know my work is done) and thanking Jeebus for telling me to post all the dinner stuff earlier so at least it's done.
I sidle quietly out the door, not knowing if the accommodation will post tonight, pitying the poor morning receptionist should things not be up and working.... what a poofight that will be.
And Ronald will be manning the grill again in the morning, and dropping the fries... and... well you know.... doing things Ronald McDonald does (I hope that doesn't include molesting small children)
While the poo flings off the ceiling in the morning I'll be toddling off up the east coast to my darling uncles shack to sit quietly in the wilderness sipping red wine (or listening to loud music while pouring wine rapidly down my throat, the second being more likely).
Oh and... some guests went to Port Arthur today. The mum came down to... ask me something?... I think.... then sent the son to the other side of the foyer to tell me what happened. I'd already advised her against the nightly ghost tours (which I love but was mildly freaked out by) as she said she was very much a clucker.
They'd done the cruise out to the Isle of the Dead (such a romantic name). Aka the cemetary. While out there mum swears BLIND she could see a face. Mum checked sonny boys' camera (this is where I get the goosebumps) and she can see a face in the photo. Creepy creepy place some times.
OK they didn't smell. What they DID do though was to ask for a 10 litre water type container.
Purpose: To drive halfway up Mt freaking Wellington (where it's approximately -3 degrees) to the springs to fill it with water to drink. Apparently our slightly fluoridey water isn't good enough for them and one of the drinks more water than a camel... yeah sure, I care.
No container (no we didn't look for long). Dispatched the non smelly camel flavoured hippies to the service station to buy bottled water (they didn't see our 400ml spring water bottles at $2.50 for the bargain that they obviously are).
P.S. they also refused to buy Mt Franklin water (which was on special) because it's owned by coke. They were at a Shell servo, owned by Coles Myer... still supporting nameless, faceless gigantor company with questionable environmental policies weren't they? Twats
Back to the drama... yes I know I said it was quiet and teetering on boring, no I didn't expect the world to cave in.
It's still quiet, but as I arrived the database started playing the 'lets drop out at random moments' game. Fun, yet not tragic.
Scooted out the back with Chatterbox and threw everyone out of the database to try and reboot the server... usually sorts it out right quick. Looked at the server screen... looks like the system has just done a reboot... just in case we did another full one... just in case.
15 minutes of stability later.... splat, down she goes. Along with the internet, all emails and the network.
Ronald McDonald (Mr IT) is on his way to fix it. Just as well, because I can't currently check people in, print anything.... matter of fact really DO anything other than answer the phone that's not ringing (it's just as well I had good hair, looking good was about the extent of my capabilities)
Ronald arrives, informs me he's going to reboot the server. Told him I had the server password and we'd already tried that. He goes to do it anyway. I get the accusatory "How did you reboot it?" Duh, the right way, start, turn off, reboot. "Oh, it was showing a message of, Windows was not shut down properly etc etc" By the way Ronald when we went to reboot it, it looked like it had just rebooted itself then. (ie do NOT accuse me of being a knobgobbler, especially when that knob is ungobblable).
So he reboots, and it's ok for 10 minutes.... splat.
He fiddles with stuff, it's ok for 10 minutes.... splat
Lather, rinse, repeat.
It lasts 30 minutes... he thinks he's home and hosed and buggers off.
I call him 3 minutes later to tell him to get his ass back here, I am once again useless (more than usual). "be there in 10 minutes"
An hour or two later he saunters back in (insert surprised face here that he took so long).
I'm about half way through my list of 'must do' stuff, and can't even balance my shift at this stage or at the LEAST print a report to tell me who's in the hotel and what they owe and who's responsible for paying it.
The router gets shut down... it's working hard... seems extremely dodgy, no one's using the net or sending gigantic emails, ffs there's only 3 of us using anything computer related.
We smell a virus, or a hacker knocking on our back passage (without aid of lubrication, most inconsiderate). No more emails, no more internet til Ronald tells us we can have cheeseburgers again.
Managed to get the system up briefly so BigBadBazza and I go nuts printing out the 'must have' reports at rapid speed (at least now I know my work is done) and thanking Jeebus for telling me to post all the dinner stuff earlier so at least it's done.
I sidle quietly out the door, not knowing if the accommodation will post tonight, pitying the poor morning receptionist should things not be up and working.... what a poofight that will be.
And Ronald will be manning the grill again in the morning, and dropping the fries... and... well you know.... doing things Ronald McDonald does (I hope that doesn't include molesting small children)
While the poo flings off the ceiling in the morning I'll be toddling off up the east coast to my darling uncles shack to sit quietly in the wilderness sipping red wine (or listening to loud music while pouring wine rapidly down my throat, the second being more likely).
Oh and... some guests went to Port Arthur today. The mum came down to... ask me something?... I think.... then sent the son to the other side of the foyer to tell me what happened. I'd already advised her against the nightly ghost tours (which I love but was mildly freaked out by) as she said she was very much a clucker.
They'd done the cruise out to the Isle of the Dead (such a romantic name). Aka the cemetary. While out there mum swears BLIND she could see a face. Mum checked sonny boys' camera (this is where I get the goosebumps) and she can see a face in the photo. Creepy creepy place some times.
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