The company e-mail server at work is down. And has been since this morning. I feel bad for the programmers when this happens. They're always scrambling to get it back and running and tracking down yesterday's back up tapes. But it's been quiet so far.
Saw Death Race today. I'm starting to see the appeal of Jason Statham. It wasn't great art. But maybe a pretty fair popcorn flick.
I was in the container yard earlier today at work. It's the massive concrete area that surrounds the multiple canals and docks where the ships come in. And they store all these giant red and blue containers that you see truckers hauling down the highways. They have dozens of these white pick up trucks that have small computers in them that they use to keep track of which containers are in the yard. And I had to go through all the trucks and take down the computer ID tags in each truck. Which isn't easy since a lot of them are being used by the longshoreman clerks during the day shift.
And I get to this one area by one of the main buildings where the longshoreman clerks meet up every morning and get instructions about which gang of clerks is going to be working which ship. And there's all these white pick up trucks parked everywhere. But I'm checking out some of these trucks and it's like a damn mini ghost town of abandoned vehicles. No one has used so many of these trucks for ages. The tires are slashed, the radios are ripped out, the computers in them have slashed power cables. And I wondering why hasn't anyone hauled these heaps away? I finally took the truck numbers down and notified my supervisor about it. It seems I always notice these things.
Like in the parking lot there was an old big cream domestic car with flat tires just sitting there like some long dead slain metal dragon just rotting away. Until I mentioned it to someone and a couple weeks later it was finally gone when I arrived one morning. There was even a really old clunky abandoned microwave just sitting on a concrete divider that everyone walked past while going into the main building everyday at work. It was there for months. And no one paid any attention to it. Until I finally grabbed the thing and tossed it in a trash can. I looked around waiting for someone to say something to me about it when I trashed it. But not a word.
Maybe I missed my calling.
Junkman.
Have a good one, broheims.
