Looking on the bright side, I didn't have to face a Monday morning. Just as well really. With payday falling ever so conveniently on Friday, the weekend was begging to eat (or rather drink) up all my money. Still, having being called last night by our on-call engineer saying he was ill (he better be on death's door), I pulled working the graveyard shift tonight.
For those not familiar with graveyard shifts, it's where you get to sleep at your desk, wander around the building checking through people's drawers for good stuff to steal, and get paid an out-of-hours bonus. A good deal all things considered, except we don't have the 12-hour rule built into our contracts (something that will be changed in a couple of months when it's due for renewal), so I'll be working until 4a.m, then will be back in at 10a.m. It's a split-shift thing which balances out apparently. Not that I'll do much tomorrow either.
But, enough of the explanations. I like the graveyard shift, aside from the previously mentioned pleasures of getting paid extra to steal stuff, as the security guards are always a good laugh. Not uncommon for the scotch to get brought out by midnight and low-grade porn to be loaded up on the security monitors. I also have a good few hours without any of the helldesk around which makes it very peaceful, and loads of time to cause problems.
In fact, I've come up with a good one this evening - I'm about half-way through switching all our backbone patch cables to cross-over cables. I know fine well none of the techies on the rota first thing in the morning will figure it out, meaning I get to ride into work on my steed at 10a.m (well, maybe a touch later...), shout at them all to give me 20 minutes in the server room to sort things out, before casually walking out with everything working.
One worrying thing has caught my attention though. There's a few people reading this now (the more the merrier - tell all your friends, especially those working in IT that want some practical suggestions rather than comic-book stories found elsewhere) and e-mailing me, but a certain Snowman (or Snowball, or something) displays a worrying self-photo on their website. Nuff said about that the better. Keep up the studies young man - you'll get that job flipping burgers in McDonalds once you graduate no problem.