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Over the weekend we went through a massive software upgrade at work, which required 25 hours of dedicated system time just to convert our scads of data to the new format. It’s been the bane of my existence, but not as much as that of one of my co-workers – she spent most of the time checking in on the process like the mother of a newborn.

(And speaking of newborns – congratulations Carl!)

Today my big jobs were to make sure all the users could get back onto the system and to work on adding any additional info I could glean. I spent 4 hours combing through the recently-converted data for all the entries that represented dead participants and contributors. Finding the deceased among the volumes of data wasn’t too hard, but FUCK, it crushes the soul. I can only take so much “He’s dead. She’s dead. They’re dead.” before it really starts to affect me… and I have to go take something apart instead.

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Last Tuesday Ed and I went to the baseball game. His company bought a suite. They had free beer, a comfy indoor room, TVs, good food, everything. It was sooooooo tough to pay any attention to the baseball game, which is fine, really, because the Cards chunked it early on. I had 7 beers in the course of the game, which isn’t quite the drunkest I’ve ever been, but which gets sorta close.

Wednesday I hung out with R*. He cooked for me (mmm), then we started to watch Pulp Fiction (meh).

Thursday and Friday I spent most of the day at work, preparing for this conversion.

Saturday I chilled at home for a while before heading to work for a spell.

Sunday I went with my parents to a concert of the St. Louis Women’s Chorale, in which they performed mostly obscure pieces from the Ospedali Veneziani . Damn, I felt esoteric. All the songs were in Latin, and most were settings of the Mass in that language. Very ethereal.

Followed up the ethereal Latinate songs with some hearty Italian food at Mama Campisi’s. Mmm, Sicilian food…

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