So I got the shots. And stayed home all day, and only did a half-day at work Thursday – of which more in a moment. And I’m feeling something similar to the last round of prednisone – I know that all I had was cortisone in a disk, which should reduce inflammation, but I’m having everything from insomnia to stiff muscles to drowsiness to a cough to weird intestinal happenings…basically it feels like I’m having my DNA rewritten from the inside out.
When I did come in, though, I found out that work will be featuring the kind of emergency crash program that made me in the summer of 2003. This time, it means a massive cleanup/deployment of stuff that should be out there already: remote management, online backup, and whole-disk encryption. It’s a huge priority, it’s an emergency, it’s a massive project with a hard deadline, it’s a crisis environment.
And today I broke out the riot reds and my old Indy jacket from DC, because this is what I live for at the office. Somebody else broke it. These guys will fix it. We need fast, effective and brilliant, and we have to have all three.
I’m Winston Wolf. I solve problems. May I come in?
Report from the underground?