I work -- well, I won't say. those of you who know me, probably know. If not, call or e-mail. Anyway, where I work, we have a lot of documents to keep track of -- somewhere on the order of 2 million, for various clients. One of these clients is responsible for us having nearly a half million documents. Now, my definition of "Documents" may be different than yours. In the world I am in at work, each page that was given to us is a document, and each file or spreadsheet we create is a document.
Now, of these documents, we keep a number of them -- all of the ones given to us -- are numbered. Starting at 1 and going until we run out of documents. We have about 367,000 of these. For this client.
These documents were given to us as paper. Behind me is a wall covered in paper. Over the last 3 years (that's how long we've been gathering documents for this customer) we have been putting images of these documents into our computers. At first we were sending them out to be scanned, then we got a copy machine that can scan, and did it ourselves. But, alas, we were inconsistent.
My work computer is currently trying to convert 5061 TIF images into 5061 PDF images. And it's going VERY slowly.
See, I went ahead and got a trial copy of photoshop -- if I'm lucky, I'll never need to do this again -- so that I could convert the TIF's (and 22 JPG's) into PDF in a batch, rather than one at a time. I'm having issues doing this - every time I've tried today, I get a save-as dialog for every file.
So, if you ever have thousands of files to deal with, decide on a format BEFORE you begin. And don't waver, because it's a pain in the ass.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Cigarettes, Licensing and expiration dates
I don't smoke. And yet, my day yesterday was absolutely RUINED by a pack of cigarettes.
So, Sunday night, I was heading out to get bookshelves from my parents' house. Bill asked me to pick up a pack of cigarettes for him, as well as a soda. I got the bookshelves, and on the way out, stopped at Jimbo's Deli Mart to get the soda and cigarettes. Jimbo's is one of the few remaining places that I can walk into and still get carded, and so, when I was asked for my ID, I wasn't surprised. What surprised me was when the clerk said, "Do you have any ID that's still valid?"
"What? That one's valid until... [I read the expiration date] 8-12-2006. That's ... wait. 2006?"
What had happenned was, when I got my address changed, 4 months before my ID expired, it didn't get renewed. It expired on my birthday last year, just after I moved.
This wouldn't have been much of an issue, had I taken care of it right away. However, I didn't know about it until 7/8/07. I was going to have to pay a late fee, and NOT be pulled over, because whatever I got pulled over for would be nothing compared to driving on an expired license.
So, monday, I took my lunch break and headed to the DOL to get my license renewed. Heh. Monday ... Yeah. The DOL near my work isn't open on mondays for licensing, just vehicle licensing purposes. I didn't learn this, however, until I had stood in line for, oh, 15 minutes. I was handed a sheet of directions to the DOL "Express" license renewal location, about 6 miles away.
I call in to work, saying that I'm taking longer than expected, and will be back soon.
15 minutes of driving, and I finally find the place, in what must be one of the five ugliest buildings in Vancouver. I go in, take a number, and realize that there are signs ALL OVER saying "No Debit, No Credit" and "Cash and Check Only" and one that says "We do not accept personal checks". Being from a far advanced, cashless society known as "not vancouver governmental systems", I don't carry paper money, only plastic. Fortunately, there was a bank across the parking lot, and it was a branch of the bank I have an account at. Being about 12 numbers from being called, i run across the street to the ATM, and *sigh* read the sign on it, which says, "Sorry, this ATM is (again) Out Of Service." Runing across another street, I head into the bank itself, and withdraw money. $35 to be exact. I head back, and get there with 2 numbers to spare. Cake. Wonderful.
My number gets called, I head up to the counter, and am told I can't renew my license. It seems to have been suspended.
Yes, Suspended. I apparently failed to pay, in full, a speeding ticket I got last year. So I had to go to the Clark County Courthouse. At this point, I called my work and let them know what was going on. My boss, Karen, basically forbade me from coming back until I had fixed it. I told her I would probably be out all day.
So, to the courthouse. I stop by a different branch of my bank, and get money totalling $102 - and give them my 35 from the other bank. 2 of these dollars are in quarters, for parking.
It has, by this point, been about 2 hours since I left on my 1 hour lunch break. I get lost in Downtown, but finally manage to find the Clark County Courthouse. I get in line to go in, through the metal detector.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm doesn't go off.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. I go through. The alarm doesn't go off.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
That added about 15 minutes to my day. Once in, I have to head to the basement, which was WAY warmer than it should have been. In the collections room, there are three lines: Customer service (2 people in line), payment to the court (no line) and Payment to collections (line wraps around the room). Guess which I had to be in!
So, about an hour later, the line I'm in has shruinken to be just me. I pay, get my recipt, and get in line for customer service.
There are three lines: payment to the court (no line), payment to collections (2 people) and Customer service (line wraps around the room). eventually, I get to the front of the line, and taking care of my problem takes all of 3 seconds. I leave.
I hop in my car (parking meter not yet expired!) and go up the street to the DOL Express. I go in, grab a number (49) and leave to get more money (my total was going to be $100, and I spent 43.67 on paying my ticket. Half of that was a fee from the court for not paying on time. Yes, my license was suspended over 25 dollars.) I come back from the bank (the same one that has an ATM in the parking lot which is still "(again) Out of Order".
I make it back to the DOL, and look at the number just called -- 50. So I grab another number, and wait, and take care of everything I need to (my right eye is worse than my left), and get my picture taken for my license.
They hand me a paper license, I head out, and look at the time.
4:30. I call work, tell them I'm on my way, and talk to Gabe, saying that I'm on my way.
I get to work at 4:55, and meet with my boss for 45 minutes. then I go home, and colapse.
The moral of this story?
Do random good deeds. they rarely go unpunished, but the punishment is usually helpful.
If I hadn't been willing to grab cigarrettes, and had been pulled over, i would have been arrested, had to get my car out of impound and myself out of jail, and would not have had a license.
--
Aaron, Exhausted.
So, Sunday night, I was heading out to get bookshelves from my parents' house. Bill asked me to pick up a pack of cigarettes for him, as well as a soda. I got the bookshelves, and on the way out, stopped at Jimbo's Deli Mart to get the soda and cigarettes. Jimbo's is one of the few remaining places that I can walk into and still get carded, and so, when I was asked for my ID, I wasn't surprised. What surprised me was when the clerk said, "Do you have any ID that's still valid?"
"What? That one's valid until... [I read the expiration date] 8-12-2006. That's ... wait. 2006?"
What had happenned was, when I got my address changed, 4 months before my ID expired, it didn't get renewed. It expired on my birthday last year, just after I moved.
This wouldn't have been much of an issue, had I taken care of it right away. However, I didn't know about it until 7/8/07. I was going to have to pay a late fee, and NOT be pulled over, because whatever I got pulled over for would be nothing compared to driving on an expired license.
So, monday, I took my lunch break and headed to the DOL to get my license renewed. Heh. Monday ... Yeah. The DOL near my work isn't open on mondays for licensing, just vehicle licensing purposes. I didn't learn this, however, until I had stood in line for, oh, 15 minutes. I was handed a sheet of directions to the DOL "Express" license renewal location, about 6 miles away.
I call in to work, saying that I'm taking longer than expected, and will be back soon.
15 minutes of driving, and I finally find the place, in what must be one of the five ugliest buildings in Vancouver. I go in, take a number, and realize that there are signs ALL OVER saying "No Debit, No Credit" and "Cash and Check Only" and one that says "We do not accept personal checks". Being from a far advanced, cashless society known as "not vancouver governmental systems", I don't carry paper money, only plastic. Fortunately, there was a bank across the parking lot, and it was a branch of the bank I have an account at. Being about 12 numbers from being called, i run across the street to the ATM, and *sigh* read the sign on it, which says, "Sorry, this ATM is (again) Out Of Service." Runing across another street, I head into the bank itself, and withdraw money. $35 to be exact. I head back, and get there with 2 numbers to spare. Cake. Wonderful.
My number gets called, I head up to the counter, and am told I can't renew my license. It seems to have been suspended.
Yes, Suspended. I apparently failed to pay, in full, a speeding ticket I got last year. So I had to go to the Clark County Courthouse. At this point, I called my work and let them know what was going on. My boss, Karen, basically forbade me from coming back until I had fixed it. I told her I would probably be out all day.
So, to the courthouse. I stop by a different branch of my bank, and get money totalling $102 - and give them my 35 from the other bank. 2 of these dollars are in quarters, for parking.
It has, by this point, been about 2 hours since I left on my 1 hour lunch break. I get lost in Downtown, but finally manage to find the Clark County Courthouse. I get in line to go in, through the metal detector.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm doesn't go off.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. I go through. The alarm doesn't go off.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
The line moves. One person goes through. The alarm goes off. They get wanded.
That added about 15 minutes to my day. Once in, I have to head to the basement, which was WAY warmer than it should have been. In the collections room, there are three lines: Customer service (2 people in line), payment to the court (no line) and Payment to collections (line wraps around the room). Guess which I had to be in!
So, about an hour later, the line I'm in has shruinken to be just me. I pay, get my recipt, and get in line for customer service.
There are three lines: payment to the court (no line), payment to collections (2 people) and Customer service (line wraps around the room). eventually, I get to the front of the line, and taking care of my problem takes all of 3 seconds. I leave.
I hop in my car (parking meter not yet expired!) and go up the street to the DOL Express. I go in, grab a number (49) and leave to get more money (my total was going to be $100, and I spent 43.67 on paying my ticket. Half of that was a fee from the court for not paying on time. Yes, my license was suspended over 25 dollars.) I come back from the bank (the same one that has an ATM in the parking lot which is still "(again) Out of Order".
I make it back to the DOL, and look at the number just called -- 50. So I grab another number, and wait, and take care of everything I need to (my right eye is worse than my left), and get my picture taken for my license.
They hand me a paper license, I head out, and look at the time.
4:30. I call work, tell them I'm on my way, and talk to Gabe, saying that I'm on my way.
I get to work at 4:55, and meet with my boss for 45 minutes. then I go home, and colapse.
The moral of this story?
Do random good deeds. they rarely go unpunished, but the punishment is usually helpful.
If I hadn't been willing to grab cigarrettes, and had been pulled over, i would have been arrested, had to get my car out of impound and myself out of jail, and would not have had a license.
--
Aaron, Exhausted.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Canada, and the canadianity therein
So, I meant to post RIGHT AWAY when I got back. But I forgot. Bad me.
What happened:
I got there almost EXACTLY on time (a first for me) and got myself set up. I wound up getting stuck at Immigration (!) because I failed to remember Squirrel's real name, and they thought I was a terrorist, or something.
I played one of the slot 0 mods, and was astounded to find I had played BOTH of the other slot 0 mods, so i went to squirrel and anat's early.
SLEEP
Squirrel and I went to the con via Skytrain, and I (once again) forgot that my debit card does not work as a debit card in canada. fortunately, Squirrel remembered, and kept me from looking like an idiot for too long.
Upon arrival at the con, we found our table, sat down, and I ran whatever it was. between slots, we ate, then I headed back to play some. This pattern repeated throughtout the con; play or judge, eat, play or judge, eat, etc. At some point, I had a bit of empty time, and wound up meeting people. Imagine that, meeting people at a convention! The most memorable person I met is a girl named Alex. She's really cute... okay, hot, about my age (25) and a USian! unfortunately, she is of a sexual orientation which is incompatible with having sex with guys, and even if she were straight or bi, she's not single. *Sigh*.
In spite (or because) of this, we talked a lot, and enjoyed each other's company. i would call her my friend.
I came home with 3 boxes of minis, only one of which I had to pay for, and I had a lot of fun. I networked and socialized.
the end.
Oh, and it took me three F***ING HOURS to get out of vancouver, because I couldn't find the blasted 99!
Quaff More; I run
What happened:
I got there almost EXACTLY on time (a first for me) and got myself set up. I wound up getting stuck at Immigration (!) because I failed to remember Squirrel's real name, and they thought I was a terrorist, or something.
I played one of the slot 0 mods, and was astounded to find I had played BOTH of the other slot 0 mods, so i went to squirrel and anat's early.
SLEEP
Squirrel and I went to the con via Skytrain, and I (once again) forgot that my debit card does not work as a debit card in canada. fortunately, Squirrel remembered, and kept me from looking like an idiot for too long.
Upon arrival at the con, we found our table, sat down, and I ran whatever it was. between slots, we ate, then I headed back to play some. This pattern repeated throughtout the con; play or judge, eat, play or judge, eat, etc. At some point, I had a bit of empty time, and wound up meeting people. Imagine that, meeting people at a convention! The most memorable person I met is a girl named Alex. She's really cute... okay, hot, about my age (25) and a USian! unfortunately, she is of a sexual orientation which is incompatible with having sex with guys, and even if she were straight or bi, she's not single. *Sigh*.
In spite (or because) of this, we talked a lot, and enjoyed each other's company. i would call her my friend.
I came home with 3 boxes of minis, only one of which I had to pay for, and I had a lot of fun. I networked and socialized.
the end.
Oh, and it took me three F***ING HOURS to get out of vancouver, because I couldn't find the blasted 99!
Quaff More; I run
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Canada, Work and my body's unwillingness
So, I got to work today (that's where I am now, btw) and couldn't focus my eyes. the phrase "to tired to see straight" comes to mind.
I hadn't slept well last night, and I am pretty sure I had WoW dreams - I woke up certain that I was at an extreme angle, and was really confused and upset that I couldn't fill the bag with purple (no, I'm not certain what that means). Once I got to work, I found that my eyes would not stay converged. If you don't know what I mean, look at a Magic Eye picture. Notice how your eyes go wonky? My eyes wouldn't stop doing that. So I took a nap in my car after clocking out, and came back sweat-soaked but refreshed. I sat down and worked for about 20 minutes, and then my nose started bleeding, somewhat spontaneously.
30 minutes later (!), I came back from the bathroom, my nose finally not bleeding any more. I don't think my body wants to be at work today. My mind sure doesn't.
Tomorrow, I leave for Canada to play in (and run games for) Ancient Enemies? A Zeif / Duchy Bordercon... which is to say, I'm going to play D&D for 4 days straight. I should have fun.
I hadn't slept well last night, and I am pretty sure I had WoW dreams - I woke up certain that I was at an extreme angle, and was really confused and upset that I couldn't fill the bag with purple (no, I'm not certain what that means). Once I got to work, I found that my eyes would not stay converged. If you don't know what I mean, look at a Magic Eye picture. Notice how your eyes go wonky? My eyes wouldn't stop doing that. So I took a nap in my car after clocking out, and came back sweat-soaked but refreshed. I sat down and worked for about 20 minutes, and then my nose started bleeding, somewhat spontaneously.
30 minutes later (!), I came back from the bathroom, my nose finally not bleeding any more. I don't think my body wants to be at work today. My mind sure doesn't.
Tomorrow, I leave for Canada to play in (and run games for) Ancient Enemies? A Zeif / Duchy Bordercon... which is to say, I'm going to play D&D for 4 days straight. I should have fun.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Advertisments
Yes, i gave in to the temptation of easy money. At the bottom of these pages are GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGLE adlinks. If you see something cool, give me a click through. other than that, feel free to ignore them.
Later,
Aaron
Later,
Aaron
New site, new blog, same me
To all of you who want to know more about my life, here it is. A new blog, the password to which I won't forget. I have forgotten my livejournal password, and can't get in.
I will also try to post here more often than I posted there.
Till later,
Aaron
I will also try to post here more often than I posted there.
Till later,
Aaron
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