So my family for the most part is comprised of retail, mob, police and engineers. I chose to supress the mob thing, actually worked in law enforcement myself, and got along pretty well.
But when people piss me off the mob side emerges. And the mouth starts. I’m usually pretty quiet but piss me off and well all bets are off.
It’s when an organization suffers from a lack of consistency and communications.
For example – tonight I was disturbed from my rest by one in jest, the other spouting policy etc. And what I said to him is the thing about a rule – just find the loophole in it.
Just one more person bothers me tonight and Dr. Hyde or is it Jekyl comes out to play. I’m in fucking pain right now and that breaks my temper something fierce.
So this morning we checked out the Atlanta Breakfast Club at 249 Ivan Allen Jr. Blvd in Atlanta, GA.
When we got there we noticed a whole lot of people milling around outside. They were waiting to get a table. So we went and checked in. They text when the table is ready but one sour note – you have to install the yelp app to see your place in line.
Keyron had the Southern Breakfast – scrambled eggs with American cheese, grits, sausage patties and a biscuit. I had the salmon croquettes with a remoulade and cheesy grits.
Plus we shared an order of Peach French Toast.
All was excellent – the grits, dear non-existent deity the grits were out of this world. The croquettes with the remoulade was fantastic too. All in all for those three it was $52 Not overly expensive but I will tell you the staff was extra friendly and I tipped 22% plus we brought back a couple of sausage, egg and cheese biscuits as bribes for certain folks. Every time we eat out we do that.
The place is in fact super packed – lots of folks. But I’m getting into having conversations with complete strangers and getting known for my profundities down here. It’s fun. Even my friend says it my personality has change since I’ve been down here. It’s true – a place where a) It’s very pretty here b) The food scene here is fantastic and c) The weather was perfect. Those three factors make me really happy.
We’ll definitely return to the restaurant. It was just that good and we both enjoyed it. Plus I looked – in the time we were there it seems they turned over 80 seats twice so 160 times an average price of $52 for two people and you get $8,320 an hour. Now multiply that for the 9 hours they’re open on a Sunday and you get $74,880 a day. Time two days on a weekend and you’re at $149,760 every weekend times 4.33 weeks so conservatively close to $650K a month just lowballing it. Or if you like $7.8 million dollars a year – just counting the weekends. Nice!
Time does fly when you’re having fun. The job – I’m known to make the guy who sits next to me laugh a lot with my insights. And I’ve been lauded for identifying a suspicious login to QA servers – all with the ID qualys01. So I used grep and awk to pull out all occurrences and then used nmap to see what the IP addresses resolved to – all QA machines.
But the guy I replaced – the way he did passwords to the servers in an excel sheet. Making it great fun and I might have to use the GRUB single user trick on a few boxen.
That old euphemism tickles me. Screw the pooh. Anyhow this morning the bus that usually gets me to North Avenue Station, well it never came. So I walked to the station, got on the train and two stops later was at Art Center Station. CCT’s Cobb Linc was running on time though.
Well – this evening I get to the North Ave. station just in time to catch the 51 bus back but when I boarded the subway at Arts Center we were packed like sardines and they all got off a North Avenue Station. It was a mass of people.
So I had to walk to and from North Avenue station today. I was NOT a happy camper. I’m told there was an electrical fire on the subway but apparently it happened mid-day and they recovered. Weird, my experience up to now with MARTA has been good. But the gods of transit they had other plans.
First thing I did was cat /etc/redhat-release. It’s how I found out they told me they were RHEL 6.8 but nope they’re RHEL 6.10 servers.
Then they wrote scripts to do what the top utility in Linux does. That blew my mind. But I did point out after reviewing /var/log/secure that qualys01 had numerous entries where it was denied access. OOOPS!
Jesus H. Christ on a stick – I thought Providence was a food city. Boy was I wrong. We’re eating our way through Atlanta now and I have to say I love it. The food, the people all of it. Now the traffic not so much but hey the Metro Atlanta area population is a little under 6 million people – all with cars it seems. And if you ever watch people in supermarkets and the like you understand why traffic everywhere is basically a mess.
But you know what, for the food and culture I love it here. I should have moved here a decade ago. Even the job, approaching my first month there and my colleagues are in a word AWESOME and funny to boot.
Plus housing down here is infinitely less expensive than the northeast. And everything is air conditioned. It’s funny when I buy my new car I plan on using the HVAC in it all the time. Go from air conditioned house to air conditioned car to air conditioned office. But I do love the warm weather here. I’d rather sweat than freeze. I suppose when I go to hell for being an atheist I’ll be right at home.
Today was a beautiful day – even though I’d received numerous alerts that it was going to rain. It’s funny I’d been carrying around a plastic poncho and it NEVER rained on me.
Oh yeah and I might buy some rain gear in olive green. Someone says when I wear green like that the green in my hazel eyes pops out. I’ve been told this by others too – it’s a Mediterranean trait.
I have about 2 hours a day to read. And I make it worthwhile. I just picked up Henry David Thoreau ‘s “Civil Disobedience”, and am also reading John Gribbin’s “Erwin Shrodinger and the Quantum Revolution”. Next on deck is Thomas Paine’s “Rights of Man”
I cannot help it, I’m not happy unless I’m reading and learning something new. You’ll note in the image above three are fiction, others detail how the internet came about, or how scary nuclear weapons are in Command And Control.
So we’re almost at the end of my 3rd week at the new job. I’ve helped out everyone there in the past three weeks. Had some really good conversations with people. Even mastered two different transit carriers.
Friend of mine says she likes that I say good morning, thank you etc. I guess it’s just call being nice.
Finally managed to figure out why I couldn’t get the RSA token app on my phone to sync. It’s because it was the wrong app. Got that solved today. Now I just need to figure out which at the Jumpervers – I concluded that for each grouping, production, QA, QP etc. they had a Jumpserver. I was right.
I just couldn’t resist. You see I own 70cm DMR radio but in RI there was precious little 70cm DMR. But then I saw I could pick up an AnyTone AT-D878UV. It’s a Dual-Band handheld radio transceiver or as we hams call them Handie-Talkies.
Friends of mine had recommended the AnyTone and I must say I’m impressed. It has Bluetooth, GPS, and a whole raft of features including a full color display. Plus the keys are nicely backlit. For $238 it came with the programming cable, plus a bluetooth PTT button, and charging stand. Really nice.
It doesn’t play nicely with Windows 7 but I hooked it to my work machine which is running Windows 10 and it picked it right up.
And I went to radio.id an downloaded the user contacts for Atlanta, Marietta, DeKalb County, Fulton County and Cobb County, even as far down as Savannah. I mean come on I’m really enjoying it here in the great state of Georgia. I should have moved here years ago. I mean it. The people, the medical people, the people in general black, white, or what have you. All great people. Even the politicians are getting to know me.
And of course it involved the usual UPS snafu – they were SUPPOSED to deliver it yesterday. Then today I scheduled it between 2PM and 6PM and it showed up around 7PM. I suppose me emailing UPS a little nasty-gram did the trick. If I had to go their facility to pick this radio up I told someone that they’d get the full ration of shit from me. I cannot stand UPS. I’ve shared their nickname of Shit Wrapped in Chiffon around here and people love it.
Spewing Truth in the face of Lies 