Went to Boston today with the intention of sitting in our little office at the end of the red line and getting some serious work done. Said office is connected to the internet by a line of sight microwave link. This is for political and business reasons beyond our control. We’re borrowing the office from a Big Pharma, and there is No Chance In Hell of us getting an IP address in their range, or a live jack on their router. Far easier to run cat-5 to the roof, and do line of sight to a co-lo facility.
Anyway: long story less long – there was a thunderstorm this afternoon which apparently struck some tower related to our internet. All of a sudden, I was off the air. Wanting to stay productive, I sprinted to the T (I mentioned, “thunderstorm”, right?) and hung out at the Harvard Square Starbucks for the rest of the afternoon. Late in the afternoon, my buddy from Boston Datacenters declared it to be sushi night, and I went over to chinatown to have dinner with that crew. Good conversation about politics, public transportation, and the rock-star life that we all lead.
I left the restaurant around 8:20 for the short walk to South Station, planning to catch the 8:40 train back to Providence. Unfortunately, said train now leaves at 8:15. The next one leaves at 10:25. Suddenly, I had two hours to kill. I called up technolope, who just happened to be with capital_l, watching the Sox game relatively nearby. The T ride there and back, plus half an hour of friendly chatting nicely got me to the train.
Okay, it was my flat out sprinting that got me to the train. Note to self, allow more than half an hour for a T trip during off peak hours. Sprinted from Park Street to South Station, through the station, out the quay, and onto the train. It pulled away, no kidding, like a minute after I got on board.
Overall, I count the day a victory.
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