Dangerously warps time and space

[SkiffDank]

Was just picking up flags from a fiber dig and cleaning up the area of litter and debris the OSP crew left, the usual candy wrappers and chip bags, 9mm shell casings, condoms (unused/still in their pack) energy drink cans, and empty edible bags, and cable ties, when I found a bottle of cough syrup. Pondering why I do this for 100k a year I catch a glimpse of a half-full bottle and it didn't smell too greatly of urine. Roughly an hour later I'm back at the CO setting up my pillows for my afternoon nap. Having already been awake for 3 hours into my shift I'm not planning a chair nap, nooo sir, I'm starting to feel great like a dinner roll left on the edge of a hot soup bowl that isn't quite soggy, but definitely moist from the flavorful steam. I'm pulling a laydown no email and phone on silent kinda nap today boy. Pillows in each hand I lay them down and cut the loud ass AC units, figured 4 hour nap no more then a 20° rise of monitored temps and if anyone in the NOC catches it my phones not answering. Turned off all the overhead lights, leaving the flickering CRT monitor with no screensaver set running NT3 used to somehow interface with the SS7 gear as my perfect nightlight. Checked and made sure I had a pee bottle nearby. Feeling proud of myself for having accomplished my week's worth of work by 11am on Monday I felt like I really really deserved this nap and I was going to make the most of it. Well, nap i did! It must have been a twitchy nap however. I'd cozied up next to this giant northern telecom signaling server I like to lay next to but somehow my foot was tangled.. being quite unsure if I'd awoken in a new and different Kafkaesque dimension in which my legs and feet were now stringy branchy appendages like the Swamp Thing, I kicked, flailing about to either free my foot or test out this new mud and seaweed leg of mine. Abruptly the calming hum and warm air from the signaling server stopped. Its lights no longer flickering as it does whatever it normally does. Hopping on one real leg over to the light switch, I realized someone had somehow torn out the powerfeed from the back of this thing at some point during my nap. Carefully still on one leg I proceeded to examine the damage. Neutrals still there. I get the side dykes to strip some new copper from the torn wires. Getting everything back together and so far not having to call the 70yr old retired guy I inherited our SS7 department from, I get power! Yes! But no! It shuts right back off. I grab a flashlight and peek inside this cobwebby thing that's always "just ran" and flawlessly. Thank goodness, it's 30 years old with no manual and nothing but unmarked boxes of spare cards with no notes and no one besides me responsible for this gear. I check the wall breakers, good, but hmmm does this thing have fuses inside it? Reviewing my wiring job and seeing no leads touching too much I open it up. There ARE fuses in it! One is blown even! I frantically and still with one leg start going through drawers and cabinets that probably haven't been opened in decades. At last, success! I see one that may fit and not having a gum wrapper or a penny to stick in it I'm very relieved, if this thing dies everything moves over to Sigtran links and no more warm naps and days and weeks spent investigating and monitoring cryptic periodic SLT timer notifications that come in or dealing with yellow alarms carriers call in to report that always resolve themselves allowing me to spend my time doing actual stuff rather than working. No! This thing MUST be brought back to life! I have a sudden spike in confidence as I realize my leg has returned. I take my work slippers off and get shoes back on. I carefully remove the suspect glass fuse, not looking great and slightly covered with surface rust I carefully push the "new" fuse into place DANG I dropped it! Waaay down into this poor old thing, I shudder with horror as 1, my leg has become swampy again and 2, that's the only fuse I was able to find! Suddenly, again, another moment of great luck! 1, my foot was just caught in an octal-cable and 2, I remembered I had my fantastic STAPLE STOMPER with me! The long protrusion thingy fit in through the filter panel and the magnet picked up my new rusty fuse just splendidly! Getting shocked putting it in once again initiated the swamp process for a few minutes but once I had my normal arms and legs back once again I was thrilled to see the dull incandescent green glow of the T1 cards coming to life and the steady hum of the 50 pin scsi drives spinning up! I win again! Not today nephilimic creatures that try to interfere with my legacy network, not today! The good and Godly prevail! I turn the AC back on, check some emails, send out a generic email to partner ILECS "last-mile carrier sending framing and timing errors", I make a mental note to grumble about Brightspeed or Zayo next time I encounter anyone. Talking to yourself and grumbling is a great way to make people think you're busy working. It's about 2pm, time to head home for the day and work remote the rest of the month. Anyway thank you for saving the day!

[deviantollam]

Wow, i almost wasn't thinking i'd be able to read all that easily (my eyes have challenges with lack of white space and paragraph breaks) but I'm glad i made it through eventually... what a cool story and I'm so glad to have been helpful! 😁👍 cheers and best of luck on your future projects, too! best regards, - dev

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------ Original Message ------ From "SkiffDank" ***@***.***> To "deviantollam/StapleStomper" ***@***.***> Cc "Subscribed" ***@***.***> Date 2024-11-17 20:59:55 Subject [deviantollam/StapleStomper] Dangerously warps time and space (Issue #1)

Was just picking up flags from a fiber dig and cleaning up the area of litter and debris the OSP crew left, the usual candy wrappers and chip bags, 9mm shell casings, condoms (unused/still in their pack) energy drink cans, and empty edible bags, and cable ties, when I found a bottle of cough syrup. Pondering why I do this for 100k a year I catch a glimpse of a half-full bottle and it didn't smell too greatly of urine. Roughly an hour later I'm back at the CO setting up my pillows for my afternoon nap. Having already been awake for 3 hours into my shift I'm not planning a chair nap, nooo sir, I'm starting to feel great like a dinner roll left on the edge of a hot soup bowl that isn't quite soggy, but definitely moist from the flavorful steam. I'm pulling a laydown no email and phone on silent kinda nap today boy. Pillows in each hand I lay them down and cut the loud ass AC units, figured 4 hour nap no more then a 20° rise of monitored temps and if anyone in the NOC catches it my phones not answering. Turned off all the overhead lights, leaving the flickering CRT monitor with no screensaver set running NT3 used to somehow interface with the SS7 gear as my perfect nightlight. Checked and made sure I had a pee bottle nearby. Feeling proud of myself for having accomplished my week's worth of work by 11am on Monday I felt like I really really deserved this nap and I was going to make the most of it. Well, nap i did! It must have been a twitchy nap however. I'd cozied up next to this giant northern telecom signaling server I like to lay next to but somehow my foot was tangled.. being quite unsure if I'd awoken in a new and different Kafkaesque dimension in which my legs and feet were now stringy branchy appendages like the Swamp Thing, I kicked, flailing about to either free my foot or test out this new mud and seaweed leg of mine. Abruptly the calming hum and warm air from the signaling server stopped. Its lights no longer flickering as it does whatever it normally does. Hopping on one real leg over to the light switch, I realized someone had somehow torn out the powerfeed from the back of this thing at some point during my nap. Carefully still one one leg I proceeded to examine the damage. Neutrals still there. I get the side dykes to strip some new copper from the torn wires. Getting everything back together and so far not having to call the 70yr old retired guy I inherited our SS7 department from, I get power! Yes! But no! It shuts right back off. I grab a flashlight and peek inside this cobwebby thing that's always "just ran" and flawlessly. Thank goodness, it's 30 years old with no manual and nothing but unmarked boxes of spare cards with no notes and one besides me responsible for. I check the wall breakers, good, but hmmm does this thing have fuses inside it? Reviewing my wiring job and seeing no leads touching too much I open it up. There ARE fuses in it! One is blown even! I frantically and still with one leg start going through drawers and cabinets that probably haven't been opened in decades. At last, success! I see one that may fit and not having a gum wrapper or a penny to stick in it I'm very relieved, if this thing dies everything moves over to Sigtran links and no more warm naps and days and weeks spent investigating and monitoring cryptic periodic SLT timer notifications that come in or dealing with yellow alarms carriers call in to report that always resolve themselves allowing me to spend my time doing actual stuff rather than working. No! This thing MUST be brought back to life! I have a sudden spike in confidence as I realize my leg has returned. I take my work slippers off and get shoes back on. I carefully remove the suspect glass fuse, not looking great and slightly covered with surface rust I carefully push the "new" fuse into place DANG I dropped it! Waaay down into this poor old thing, I shudder with horror as 1, my leg has become swampy again and 2, that's the only fuse I was able to find! Suddenly, again, another moment of great luck! 1, my foot was just caught in an octal-cable and 2, I remembered I had my fantastic STAPLE STOMPER with me! The long protrusion thingy fit in through the filter panel and the magnet picked up my new rusty fuse just splendidly! Getting shocked putting it in once again initiated the swamp process for a few minutes but once I had my normal arms and legs back once again I was thrilled to see the dull incandescent green glow of the T1 cards coming to life and the steady hum of the 50 pin scsi drives spinning up! I win again! Not today nephilimic creatures that try to interfere with my legacy network, not today! The good and Godly prevail! I turn the AC back on, check some emails, send out a generic email to partner ILECS "last-mile carrier sending framing and timing errors", I make a mental note to grumble about Brightspeed or Zayo next time I encounter anyone. 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