Hard Drive Bits

I'm getting pretty burned out on taking these things apart.



( But you should see the stacks of shiny shiny platters I have now! )

I only have a handful more to do, and I may just throw in the towel and put 'em back in the basement, or bring 'em to work to dispose of. My motivation came from the thought of bringing them all out to the scrapping place in town for twenty cents on the pound, but really I was just having fun disassembling and looking at parts. (I did, though, take all the aluminum casings for the wall mount computers I brought home over there and got seventeen seventy-five for them. Not too bad.)

The best part of this? I have a stack of hard drive magnets -you know, the super-strong neodymium ones- about two feet tall! I have a dozen or so already employed as fridge magnets from the last time I took some drives apart, but now I have a crapload of 'em. If I knew what I was doing, I'd try to make a wind generator out of them somehow. But I don't.

And finally, I have one more drive that I will take apart. It's a full height, five and a quarter form factor beast that, in size, is half way between a couple bricks and a cinder block. That one I'm going to photograph in various stages of disassembly, 'cause it's just big and neat. *laughs*

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The working at home is going ok. I keep having this feeling of paranoia; as though I'm getting away with something and it's going to catch up with me. But I am going through tickets and closing some and getting things done, so I'm just hoping I look good enough to management.

(no subject)

In other, more vain, news, I think I'm going to have a couple of scars from my incident with the fan. One at the right end of, and in the middle of, my left eyebrow, and the other on the left side of the bridge of my nose. I'm kind of unhappy about that, but hopefully they will fade pretty well. I'm massaging them to break up the collagen and applying vitamin E oil, despite suggestions on line that it doesn't really do anything.

I noticed, looking up at the fan while lying under it on the bed, that it hit me hard enough to have noticeably bent and twisted the metal arm holding the fan blade that whacked me in the head. Meh.

Emails between the 'coon and the dog

Me: A ticket that I’m looking at the history of:

Logged on February 28th.
Tech X contacts him on March 6th to ask if it’s still an issue. No response.
Tech X contacts him on March 17th to ask if it’s still an issue. Response is yes it is.
Tech I (in India) contacts him on April 9th to ask if it’s been resolved. No response.
Tech X contacts him on April 18th to ask if it’s still an issue. Response is yes, it’s still not working.
Tech I notes in the ticket on May 6th that the ticket is still unresolved and the user would like to be contacted.
Tech X contacts him on May 11th to ask if it’s still an issue. Response is, and I quote, “For the 20th time YES THIS IS STILL AN ISSUE.”

That’s the last item in the history.

It’s now the 15th. I wonder if Tech X is going to ask him whether it’s been resolved yet next time he contacts him.

(I’d try to fix it myself, but it’s a system I have no clue whatsoever about.)


Moira: *puts on social worker hat* So…I hear you saying that this is still an issue, correct? And you’d like some resolution?

Me: *giggles* I so want to put that in LJ.

Moira: do