Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.

 

Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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Monday, September 20 2010
Freakishly on David's website this morning, the table containing the bulk of the site's content had gone bad. If one asked it how many records it contained, one came up with the proper number. But if one attempted to view those records, one was limited to a very small fragment of them. It was enough of a problem for David to call off his weekly mailing (which alerts his customer base to his latest content). And it sent me in a panicked search for solutions. The problem with my job description these days is that there is basically nobody I can call on for help. If there is a problem, my job is to fix that problem. Luckily, though, there is still Mr. Google. This was how I found the precise formula for doing a REPAIR TABLE, which fixed the content table and made all well with the website again. Still, I was freaked out enough by this weird occurrence (I'd never had a database go wonky on me before) that I decided to create a live backup of that content table.

I stayed up late into the night working on petty web development tasks that made me hate my life. I feel at this stage of my career I should be working on a higher grade of problem than someone's trivial layout complaints. But in the work I've been doing lately, there is no staff and it falls on me to fix such things. Next time I will have to remember to charge more.


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