As a general rule I'm lost in so many more ways then one. But today in particular I'm lost in dealing with the Access database I maintain at work. You see I've been trying to fix all these forms and such to match the new years of the budget were trying to do, which is all pretty droll, and I thought I had it all down. But there is one particular section which I didn't fix or change and now it doesn't work. At first I assumed the reports associated with that particular form were broken and needed to be updated, but I learned that the reports are now fixed.
What I didn't know was that the root of the problem was really the searh function in that form. The search function is allowing the reports to correctly populate some data, but not others. For example, the search will work for "4A1M" which is one of our line items, but not for "4A6M"...I can't imagine what possible trick there is that one character difference is causing problems. So the search function is kindof working, but I'm not sure what the problem is.
The reason I'm lost is that I thought I had the solution to the problem locked down, and now realized that not only did I not, but that I didn't even know the problem to begin with. And now that I've found the problem I have to go back and find what's causing it, so really I'm not only back to step one, I'm back to step zero, and my shoes have caught on fire. It's like if you were trying to bake a cake, and you thought you knew what was preventing your cake from working, but now you figured out that the ingrediants were wrong and you don't have the ones you need. Not only do you not have the correct ingrediants but you can't buy them and you have to start growing the grain to make the flour and you have no idea how to farm. That's where I'm at right now, looking up books on what kind of chickens I need on my farm.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
My conscience also hurts
On the way out of the gym last night I got into a situation where instead of waiting to exit the gym after talking to some people at the front desk, I darted in front of this woman trying to leave. It bothered me quite a bit because it was rude, and there was no reason for it, I wasn't in a hurry or anything like that. I did it because I thought I was in her way but really I got more in her way by jumping in front of her. She did say, "get out of my way!" in a playful manner and we joked about it very quickly. However, it really made me feel the need to apologize and bothered me to the point of distraction on the drive home. I was seriously so upset at myself that I almost caused an accident or two on the way home.
The next time I see her I'll apologize, and she's at the gym pretty regularly because she teaches yoga and some of the fitness classes. I'm sure she'll probably think I'm weird and most likely won't even remember it, but it bothers me that I acted in a manner I consider rude. Sometimes I stress over the smallest moments for an inordinate amount of time. Cest la vie I guess.
The next time I see her I'll apologize, and she's at the gym pretty regularly because she teaches yoga and some of the fitness classes. I'm sure she'll probably think I'm weird and most likely won't even remember it, but it bothers me that I acted in a manner I consider rude. Sometimes I stress over the smallest moments for an inordinate amount of time. Cest la vie I guess.
My Shoulders Hurt
When I was doing ju-jitsu last night I realized that both my shoulders felt like they had daggers sticking into them. Not too much fun. I know when I hurt the left shoulder, that was on monday when I was wrestling, and then it was reaggrevated on Wednsday when I was doing a cross-fit workout. But I don't remember hurting my right shoulder. Which brings me to my point, I suffer alot of injuries that I don't really remember happening. They aren't really injuries so much as bumps and or bruises, and they don't really slow me down too much, they just tend to be annoying. For example, my shoulders were very much in pain yesterday, but I still did ju-jitsu, I ddi balk at wrestling because they hurt so much but it didn't stop me from training. Sometimes it's funny because I'll come up limping or something similar on every day of the week, and I can't explain it when co-workers ask about it.
When one of your past times (pretty much my only past time as of late) is training to fight by throwing other large men around or hitting other large men, or beating up children (my favorite), it's probably to be expected that there will be soime wear and tear. It just seems like your mind should be more accountable to your body so that you remember how and when you hurt yourself. Practicing chokes is the best, becuase the next morning you wake up and it seems like you have a sore throat from a cold but really it's your neck and throat reacting to the large men who tried to deprive the brain of oxygen and blood the night before....good times.
When one of your past times (pretty much my only past time as of late) is training to fight by throwing other large men around or hitting other large men, or beating up children (my favorite), it's probably to be expected that there will be soime wear and tear. It just seems like your mind should be more accountable to your body so that you remember how and when you hurt yourself. Practicing chokes is the best, becuase the next morning you wake up and it seems like you have a sore throat from a cold but really it's your neck and throat reacting to the large men who tried to deprive the brain of oxygen and blood the night before....good times.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Antagonist MMA
So one of the reason my posting has declined (other then my being lazy and smelling bad). Is that I've been busy at work. Not my normal work, but my other work.
My friend and I launched a new MMA apparel company and I'm in charge of running our news site ( http://www.blog.antagonistmma.com/). I've got a coupel of fantastic writers working for me and if you have any interest in MMA you should read their stuff, it's really fantastic. Also feel free to buy a t-shirt.
What do they do with the pennies?
On my second time through the Detroit airport a couple weeks ago I saw that they had drained one of the beautiful fountains in the middle of the airport. The fountain was covered in spare change that people had thrown in there for good luck. I mean every square inch was hidden by an overlapping pile of coins. One of the unlucky janitors was busy shopvacc'ing all of the change inch by inch. There must have been a couple hundred dollars worth of change all told and I wondered three things. First, how many shop vac containers worth of change was there. And second who gets to keep the money? Third, how often do they have to clean out that fountain for money?
Ideally it would go one of two places. Either to the janitorial staff, as kind of an unannounced bonus, or to some kind of charity. I would be very very upset if that money somehow got eaten up by the corporat emachine to pay executive salaries. I'm almost sure there's some plan for the coins, I just hope it's a good one because the karma behind taking what people used to wish for luck, and spending it in a terrible way is pretty darn reprehensible. It's like stealing money from the church collection funds, or selling flowers outside of SPAWAR under the pretense of raising money for leukemia research and pocketing it. And then having Marty take those flowers he bought and giving them to the girls at the front desk of the gym because he had nothing else to do with them....
Ideally it would go one of two places. Either to the janitorial staff, as kind of an unannounced bonus, or to some kind of charity. I would be very very upset if that money somehow got eaten up by the corporat emachine to pay executive salaries. I'm almost sure there's some plan for the coins, I just hope it's a good one because the karma behind taking what people used to wish for luck, and spending it in a terrible way is pretty darn reprehensible. It's like stealing money from the church collection funds, or selling flowers outside of SPAWAR under the pretense of raising money for leukemia research and pocketing it. And then having Marty take those flowers he bought and giving them to the girls at the front desk of the gym because he had nothing else to do with them....
Brutal workouts
I don't often link too many other sites or blogs, but today I'm going to point out one that is damn cool:
Here is where one of the Cross-fit trainers from the gym I belong to posts that day's workout. I don't ever attend the class, mostly because it's hard to fit into my schedule. But I do try and do at least three of the workouts a week and they are just stellar. So if you're willing to put yourself through some pretty damn intense workouts, that's a good place to look for some unconventional ones. Have fun!
Here is where one of the Cross-fit trainers from the gym I belong to posts that day's workout. I don't ever attend the class, mostly because it's hard to fit into my schedule. But I do try and do at least three of the workouts a week and they are just stellar. So if you're willing to put yourself through some pretty damn intense workouts, that's a good place to look for some unconventional ones. Have fun!
The link is this if you can't get it out of the text:
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