Christopher Hamilton

I just spent the weekend doing an email system migration at work. From the looks of things today everything went well, and there have been no major issues. Except of course to my general well being. I’m shattered. Having to use your brain all weekend for eleven hours at a time, and make sure you make no mistakes, coupled with a couple of boozy nights to wind down is certainly a recipe for trouble.

With a poker night arranged for Friday, I won both tournaments we played, that ended at what I think was 4am Saturday started very slowly and took me several cups of strong coffee to get going at all. I left work at 9.30 that evening and was fit for nothing but sitting on the sofa watching tv.

Sunday was a little better. I was fresher and most of the difficult work had been carried out on the Saturday. I left the office at about 6pm to finish off the rest of the configuration remotely, only to discover that it wouldn’t work. So I dragged myself back into the office and slogged away until just after 8pm.

When I finished up I was in need of a wind down drink but had already given up my ticket to Princes Street Gardens for the fireworks. So I met up with my friend Darcie, and caught a blues band that her uncle played in at The SpiegelTent. The evening turned into a pretty drunken mess with us ending up at Whistle Binkies on South Bridge listening to, from what I remember, a couple of pretty crap bands. I think I left around 2am and staggered my way home. Only to get up early and head back into the office.

The users stress tested the system and excluding a couple of little glitches, everything went very smoothly. I even got the bonus of the Chief Exec telling me that he’d have a word with my boss about getting me some time back, I normally get nothing for these things, so that brightened me up a little.

The last hour or so of my work day today saw me flagging drastically. So much so that instead of cooking the dinner I had planned, I bought a curry from the takeaway at the end of the street. Grabbed the bottle of wine I decanted yesterday and sat myself on the sofa. Most of the wine is gone, just like my energy and it won;t be long before we’re both done this evening.

I’m going to sleep very soundly tonight.