Did some database searching at work and identified a handful of test cases I might be able to write tcl scripts for, and went about doing so. The first one was a bust, there's no procedure for stopping a "top" command once it has been started. The second one, which is one of a set of 6, made much better headway, but I need Automation Guy's help to parse the results and he has taken a 3-day weekend.
We had a class in how to set up the new ad server, from a company called Vigor. I left at the 1-hour break with about 5 minutes of useful information. So many conversations going on at once, and the presenter mostly unprepared for interruptions. Not entirely his fault. I got enough, I think, to figure the rest out on my own.
Lunch in there somewhere, Pizza buffet at Round Table. Took a risk and tried a slice of Hawaiian, and was surprised that the warm pineapple did not make me want to hurl. Yesterday I ate some broccoli, but that experiment did not go as well - the stuff still tastes to me like those plastic aquarium plants.
Straight home, promised myself I would make the closet drawer swap. Which I did. But there was on Attention To Detail snafu. I had bought three sets of 5-drawer units of the same make as what was in the closet. When it came to swapping, what I actually had in the closet were two 7-drawer units and a 3-drawer unit. 5x3=15 (7x2)+3= 17. Luckily some of the contents of the drawers did not take up much of the drawer, so I was able to consolidate.
So now I have drawers which actually open and close in frames which don't pop apart.
Today's spooky coincidence goes like this:
Early this morning, when the DMV experiment failed, I pulled out from my travel shelf the booklet Peace Corps gave our group when we got to Bangkok, which had all our photos, names, addresses, a short bio, and what PC project we were in. I tried looking up some of the folks online (I have 3 FB friends already, two email connections and two LinkendIn connections, out of 30 volunteers and about a dozen staff). I found no one new. Putting the booklet away, a big brown envelope with PC Thailand return address shouted "hey, look inside!" Inside were two things:
A faded thermal copier version of a 20-page letter from my dear friend and fellow photog MZig, describing his 1976 bicycle circumnavigation of Scotland; and a 1-page letter and several page job description from Bill Beery, who was the Health/Higher Ed manager for Peace Corps/Thailand, telling me I was being transferred to the jungles of the south.
This morning, one of my PC FB friends sent me a message asking if I knew Bill Beery, who apparently now lives in Seattle, but is in the hospital ICU after a serious fall and head bump. This is the first time I have heard his name since Peace Corps.
Plans for tomorrow:
Train to Redwood City, see the final (and for me first) reading of The Killing Jar