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Funny Fact 1: I refuse to wear matching socks.
I just won't do it. Let's face it, we're all always losing single socks anyway. Let's look at the life cycle of socks:
- Socks are bought.
- Socks are worn. As a pair.
- Socks begin to stink.
- Socks are washed.
- Socks are dried.
- Socks are sorted.
- Socks are missing.
- Rage about missing socks.
- Spend more time sorting socks and looking for missing socks than washing them. Or possibly more time than even wearing them.
- Repeat
Seriously, the pain is real. My model of sock wearing removes half those final steps. I save a great deal of time by refusing to conform and, quite frankly, why does the world need to be black and white, anyway? Seriously, when worn under pants, does anyone notice anyway? Should they care? Do they have nothing better to be concerned about?
Look at these socks. Do they match? No. Do they care? No. Do I care? No. Can anyone even tell the difference? Well, possibly.
Now let me put my shoes on. Is there really a difference? Does anyone care? Not a soul. Or, from the perspective of my shoes, not a sole.
At least they're both the same colour this time!
Funny Fact 2: I once received an award for work performed while falling over drunk.
This was a number of years back, and a lot of fun. At the time I worked in a data centre and was responsible for a few dozen servers and applications within it. One particular Saturday night the data centre was working on a major physical change to ensure a great deal of power redundancy. I did not need to be onsite for this change (I am not a facilities person) but did need to be available Just In Case. If the power went down, I needed to be available to get onsite and begin repairing servers and applications after the power recovered.
This particular Saturday night was also the night of a yard party at my neighbour's place. As a good neighbour, I attended. At 5:00pm. I brought beer. And hot dogs for the barbeque. We began to drink.
The top of every hour was a phone check in that we were supposed to dial in to to check on progress. I did not, thinking that if my servers went down, I'd be called.
I was not called.
So I kept drinking. Ultimately, around 7:30 or 8:00 or so we started playing a game called horseshoes. If you're not familiar with the game, it literally involves throwing iron horseshoes across a pitch. It's a great game. Even better after having been drinking for a couple hours.
I missed a few of the hourly checkins; I was concerned that taking time out to make a phonecall would negatively impact my ability to keep drinking. And we drank. Beer flowed freely, I assure you. Ultimately the women-folk, fearing damage to body or property, took the horseshoes away from us. In despair, we quit drinking, too. There was enough time for one more work checkin, so I dialed in, said Hi, was informed that all was well, and that everyone was finishing up. Huzzah.
The best part is, during our internal All Hands the next Thursday, I was presented a certificate for my assistance and work during the major power change at the data centre. It was the best change I barely remember!
Funny Fact 3: I was once paid during conceiving a child.
Seriously. This child:
This was a number of years ago, since that child has since turned into this child:
Regardless, at the time, I was maintaining server applications and databases. I had a rather serious upgrade to perform, which included a rather long and serious set of routines, modifications, and updates to a rather large (at the time) Oracle database. The upgrades typically lasted 6-8 hours, of which 4-6 hours was waiting for the database to update itself.
I was going this in the evening and at night, to minimise the severity of the downtime, and I was doing this at home, to minimise the impact to my life. Sometime that night - it was dark out, I remember that - I reached the point where I would have a few hours of downtime. I put the computer to the side and pondered what to do for the next few hours. As fate would have it, there was a perfectly functioning woman beside me. And it was night. And.. well... I got to bill my time toward it. That was awesome.
Funny Fact 4: (Bonus Fact!): I typically prefer the company of dogs over people.
People are picky, and finicky, and demanding, and just plain strange. Dogs are just always happy to see you. They have no preconceived notions, no expectations, and no political agenda. House parties with dogs are usually superior parties because, when the conversation ultimately begins to drag, there is always the dog to play with. Or just cuddle with on the floor.
I think I was a dog in a previous life.
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(c) Victor Wiebe
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Amateur photographer. Wannabe author. Game designer. I dabble a little in a lot. General all around problem-solver and creative type.
Founder of Photo 52 weekly photography competition.
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Dad.
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