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Shite.

Sometimes I just hate my job. Hate it, hate it, hate it! Like tonight at nine in the evening when someone gives me a call, telling me that a part of our service is down. I drop whatever I have in my hands, this time it was a guitar, one day it will probably be two excellent boobs or something else that’s far more interesting than freakin’ Mobile TV. So, I check the service, unable to find anything wrong, really. Typical.

But then again, my job can be quite interesting at times, too.

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  1. This time it was an excellent mix of the client and me. We’d done some reconfiguration, tested everthing with the client, it worked, but suddenly at some point during the evening, the client did some reconfiguring, too, and the whole shebang stopped working.