Work does often seem a lot like a soap opera. It's been weddings recently but it's good old technology doing it again. We have the main site with the main server at Wallingford House. Then we have a little second site above the Bakers Oven, which has it's own little server, which data entry use, and the printers there are connected to.

We came in Monday morning to find we couldn't connect to the main server. Or the little one, which was a bit odd, because there was nothing wrong with that. Half an hour later the IT guy told us it was because the modem that was our link to the main server had died and we had to wait for an engineer to get us a new one.

I then spent the best part of two hours going between the two sites, and setting up everything on someone else's computer on the main site. I have Windows 98 and most people now have XP, which means that as far as XP is concerned there are no programs installed and all the settings are the default really annoying ones.

Then I spent three hours trying to fight off a migraine (with the benefit of pills, that usually work) and I eventually gave up and went home ill, for only the second time in three years (the first time was for a migraine as well). I'm still really tired and a bit dizzy but I'll be better tomorrow. But that didn't really help things.

Tuesday morning I was on someone else's computer again. Since I was there all day I did actually set up more things this time. Which was good because I managed to get the same computer again today, but other people were taking up meeting rooms and the staff room.

We'll be back there again tomorrow though. Apparently, the modem is American and there aren't any in this country. So it has to be shipped over. I think. My short term memory's still not working properly. But everyday we come in and hope it's fixed and it isn't. There are more people off towards the weekend because it's a bank holiday weekend but going between sites is a complete pain. It takes five minutes each way and it keeps raining.

On another topic, I had bangers and mash three times last week (not on purpose, it just happened that way). Of the three, the best was mine, even though the other two were from pubs. No idea why though.