5 Minute Fixes and 2 Dollar Steaks

5 Minute Fixes and 2 Dollar Steaks

tonytow tony hunt gets angsty

Some things just absolutely tick me off.

I’ve always prided myself on my dedication to being the best I can be in my arena. Don’t get me wrong, there are PLENTY of people that know more than I do regarding IT…but there aren’t so many that when we meet, that we don’t recognize the need to network. I only do pc support for locals, they visit, bring their machine, sometimes a bottle of wine, and I hack on their stuff in spare time…it keeps me on my game, it’s never the same, and it’s basically it’s great to meet locals.

Sometimes you think its only a 5-minute fix…

Humility licks in for me when you’re 3 tiers and over 100 hours into a technical issue with Dell’s best people helping, and the the guys got enough knowledge that we compare training and knowledge to see where we need to brush up, and immediately swap contact information so we can pick each others brains without red tape, and of course compliment the guy for being committed to the solution. There aren’t many of us around…it’s not an age thing, its the caliber of training and whether or not you actually applied it.

Hell, the guy before me that passed the buck we’re working on now wouldn’t even touch the work, he billed more than me, ran completely unnecessary diags (with dated diagnostics – I found the logs), and shrugged his shoulders and left. If he’d spend 5 minutes listening to the client, he’d have known the hard drive was dying and the laptop was still under warranty. But that wasn’t the real problem either, and now because the rest is proprietary, I’ll just say that it’s nice being at the top, and pretty fun knowing that those now 20+ year old skills are still more effective than the overpaid support monkey trying to act like they are competition.

Yes, I am working at 2am…because it needs to be done before tomorrow so I don’t have scheduling issues.

Yes, this kind of thing normally takes 5 minutes…but then, sometimes things are tougher than a two-dollar steak and you still have to eat it.

The competition wonders why people come to me over them…it’s because it’s 2am and I am working.

…and I have somehow learned to love a two-dollar steak.


Sophomore Year in HS

After a nearly a thousand posts on my blog, I am republishing many of them out of posterity.

Some guy from my class (at LH) ran into my profile in MySpace and all of a sudden i remembered all this crazy stuff that happened that year.

I will just paste it…this should be fun for readers.

Hah! maybe this will help.

I was only at LH for my sophomore year. i spent a majority of my time in Ms Hogue’s art class or getting high and skipping. Because of a bad transcript error from my previous School District, I was forced to retake 4 classes I had already aced the year before, so I blew the school off for the most part and essentially tried to get the hell away from the school.

I lucked out in a few ways, as my deplorable actions in and out of school forced me to take another placement exam, which after the scores were released allowed me to threaten a lawsuit on the RISD and DISD for ruining my attempts at entering college early (and getting ahead on classes).

Now some interesting items…
A: I was in fact a total outcast in my sophomore year.
B: I was totally enamored with Tiffany Featherstone (definitely her name…as we traded hellos after I originally posted this) and never had the balls to tell her and stuck it out with my gf for the year before.
C: The highlight of my time at Lake Highlands was someone freaking out and telling everyone when he found out I did actually have a girlfriend and exactly how far we had gone in the sack on a regular basis.
D: During gym practice that year the cheerleaders decided it was cool to practice in the gymnastics area and totally distracted me, I planted totally wrong after an aerial on the rings and hyper-extended my knee in a very bad way. Since I had only a couple people in the school that i would even speak to willingly I ended up dragging myself to the nurses office instead of getting help. (You know…I was too proud to ask in front of LH’s finest 😉
E: Sometime that year, I got into a tangle with a guy three times my weight and twice my height in the courtyard over a stupid cigarette during lunch.

Anyhow, as far as people I knew…I talked to Hunter and Tiffany on a limited basis during art class, ate lunch with a group of like minded stoners on a regular basis, and generally kept to myself. My history teacher hated my guts because i rarely showed up at her class ( I was on B lunch). I wasn’t allowed in the computer lab after the staff found out I got in trouble with computers the year before on Skyline’s Mainframe. I only remember a few people’s names from that year.

Now, one might think I regret that school year, but if it hadn’t happened, I probably would have gone through the next couple of years learning what it was like to live it up.

Anyhow, nice to know someone else made it out of that school..;)

Picturing me as a grown version of the person described above would be a sore mistake. While in high school I totally blew it off because I found out how little it was going to matter once I hit College. I played hard and tried to live life like it was my last day. I was neither clean, nor was I entirely nice at LH. Again, it was a long time ago and I was a whole 13 years old when i started my sophomore year. I learned a lot about people that year, and wouldn’t trade it in for anything…err…well…okay…I would have tried hard to ask Tiffany out…but that’s it.

The River…

Stupid Kids and Stupid Dares…

We all started out as gutsy kids trying to prove ourselves to our friends and be the better in competition etc. Well when I was little, i liked swimming…alot…so much so that at 12 I was capable of most maneuvers and skills in advanced life saving despite being 6 years short of eligibility for it…

So…if you ever hear me say, “This water can take you out, swim this direction and start near this area. Otherwise the undertow might get you.” I would expect you to listen. But of course, I was only 12, and the kids around me had to see who was the most courageous. So after everyone got done daring, it was decided that everyone would dive in at the same time and swim close to a dangerous area. Well…except me, as apparently the 12 year old wasn’t big enough to go.

So they all lined up and dove off the dock into the water below. And as I figured, four of the kids realized they were being stupid and came back…but one guy wanted to be a tough one. So he went out to the hot spot and deliberately dumped his buoyancy…and immediately also started moving away with the current. Now the rest of the guys were all screaming for him to come back but wouldnt get out there to help him.

Into the water goes the 12 year old going after the guy twice his size crying his guts out and starting to dip under because he couldn’t remember just to stop freaking out.

Ever carried around a 100 pound sack of anything for 20 yards? Try swimming with one.

It took me twenty minutes to get back because the dolt wouldn’t stop freaking out and I wasn’t big enough to knock sense into him.

Now, was I scared? Yes…shitless. Was i confident in my ability? Not at all, but no one else was willing. Was the kid grateful? Not in the least, as a matter of fact he was so pissed off at the event that he beat me up two days later for implying that he could have handled things better.

@#$%ing moron. Luckily, I don’t remember ever having to deal with him again after that either.