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<strong>Your Name: Jackson Wright</strong>
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<strong></strong><strong>Today’s Date:</strong> 2008/05/30 [2008/05/23]

<strong>Day(s) worked or described:</strong> W F

<strong>Total hours for week:5</strong>

<strong>The School: Mollison</strong><em>
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<strong>Kind of Work:</strong> Tech general, Server Re-hash

<strong>Main Report or Narrative:</strong>

I have yet to post in many many units of posting time.  For this, I am utterly at fault.  My seventh week was full of the same, trying to fix the same computer.  To no avail.  I did pinpoint the problem however.  It doesn't have any ram, at all.  I think this has something to do with me building my Frankensteinian computer monster first quarter, but I refuse to lay blame on my own insufferably magnificent intellect.  They were bodies for the taking!  Who would know if they stayed in the cemetary?!  IGOR, GET THE HOUNDS!!

Anyway, Week 8 I didn't work at all.  I was down with a frown, so to speak.  I had many many many allergies, and not a lot of relief.  Every morning I would think, "I've got to go to work!" but my body refused to cooperate.

At any rate, I'm feeling better, and after a barbecue filled Memorial Day weekend, I returned to work to find that, in my absence, some terrible atrocities had occured.  The copy/treadmill/MDF/bibelot room seemed, to Mitch and I, an appropriate space to house the MOLLISON2 server, or as we like to casually call him: mollison-srv02.  Anyway, I came in to find that mollison-srv02 had been unplugged, or at least turned off.  Upon further inspection, I noticed that the entire power strip it was connected to (as well as the router) and the mouse and keyboard had been unplugged, viciously.  Who was the culprit you may be foaming at the mouth with anticipation and asking? 

A RUG CLEANER! 

It had been placed with no regard to the computers directly behind it with its cruel gang of large, smelly rugs and had somehow entangled many of the cords in the process.  So, I decided to move the entire server somewhere else.  Mrs. Dean offered a corner of her room, and that's where it is now.  No problems as of yet.

In other news, Mrs. Clarke is still working on her powerpoint, which I should be able to help her with next week when she returns. 

P.S. Bibelot is french for knick-knack (also rug cleaner).

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<div class="main"><strong>Currently Listening To:</strong> The AIR CONDITIONER INSTALLED IN THE LAB WOOOOOOOOO</div>
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