Dad and I went to the store to get them some bacon and to see if they had the Morningstar Farms fake sausage links for me. We ran into a couple they know. The guy is more of a racist than Dad, or is at least more vocal about it. When I walked up (after Dad had been talking to them for a minute), the guy said, "There's that Georgia cracker." I said, "You're the cracker, not me." Everyone laughed. I kind of have an antagonistic antipathy with this guy. I've called him out, in my own charming and cutting way, on some idiotic racial comments in the past.

There was a call Friday night, and they paged me. I guess I can't receive pages while out of state. I also got a call Sunday night. Both calls were related to the same problem from the 2am call last week - the same file. Apparently, a file that is deleted, redefined, and repopulated has a certain amount of space allocated in the define step. Sometime, the network people asked a guy on my team to change the job to lower this amount. They were trying to save space or something, but the file is over 2 million records. Luckily my boss convinced them to put it back like it was when it was working, so no calls last night.

I also talked to a lady on another team who has been here for over 10 years and is on call now. She, too, has to call people to help her a lot of times. Despite the fact that their team is micro-managed and they get in trouble if they don't fix something within an hour, that makes me feel better about having to call people myself. We have such a small window while the system is down to run all of these jobs that it's better to call someone than to sit there spinning your wheels.

I worked at home today so I could take Baby to the vet to get her teeth cleaned. We had to keep her from food and water starting at 8:30 last night. She only raised a little hell. I got there to pick her up at about 4:20 today. I was there almost an hour. Apparently after they'd brought her out (after 45 min), her chart was in the doctor's pocket, who had gone into an exam room to do a euthanasia. She forgot to bring it up front. Now, I sympathize with the pet and owners, of course, but this is just typical of this place. I love this particular vet and request her whenever I take the cats in. However, even if I make an appointment, I'm guaranteed to wait at least a half hour past my supposed appointment time. So, I'm not making an apppointment for her followup next week. I'll just show up when I damn well feel like it. And I'm skipping my workout today partly because it took so long there, and mostly because Baby's still a bit wobbly. I want to keep an eye on her.

Oh, and they had to pull two teeth - including a fang. Shit. I don't think she'll go for us brushing her teeth 3 times a week. As it is we'll have to do the liquid antibiotic twice a day for ten days. I'm sure that will be fun.