*fumes quietly*
Apr. 29th, 2003 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teylaminhwell, here's a lowdown of the glorious day had so far...
for starters, when i got back from uni, the following was under my door...
this is typed as is:
The University is having to deal with an increasing number of complaints about behaviour on the Internet. The activity giving rise to most of these complaints is taking place in the halls of residence, so changes will be made to the firewalls to curtail this.
Use of the Internet from halls of residence is to be confined to web browsing (HTTP & HTTPS) and E-mail (SMTP, POP3 and IMAP).
The exact date and time of this change, and the port definitions will be announced on the Computing Services web site (http://www.derby.ac.uk/it-services/hallsfirewall.htm) at least five days in advance.
If you can show that your academic work or welfare will suffer as a reult of these changes, please raise the matter with your hall manager. Hall managers are able to make an appeal on your behalf.
well, i read that before going out shopping, and was fuming nicely about it... as opposed to what i anticipated, they're not cutting off messenger connection, but 'small changes' will have to be made - which means they're not going to tell us those changes. no, they're going to let us all fumble about messing with port numbers til something works. and my FTP uploader still won't connect, even when i tell it what port to use. bah. so anyway, just because some moron in halls decided to download porn from somewhere, the rest of us have to suffer, and if i happen to disappear on messenger around about the 2nd of may, you'll know why.
*heavy sigh* anyway, so i went to town, muttering to myself, and you know how when you're annoyed, everything else, every little tiny thing, then annoys you more? yeah, i had one of those days...
1) i was shopping for bread, but was hungry at that precise moment, so went to k.f.c. where there was a queue, because there were only two people on the till, and the fries weren't cooked yet. and there was a baby crying its head off, being ignored by whichever parental body was with it. and then someone knocked over a chair. and dropped a tray. and by the time i left, the noise level was starting to get to the "okay, i'm going to kill someone" stage...
2) next stop, click, to get the damn manchester pictures developed - i'll have them saturday, incidentally - and as soon as i go through the door, a man looking at photo albums knocks them off the shelf, on top of me. thanks. really kind. and since when did the default picture size become 5x7? and why does getting them done 4x6 take four days longer??
3) oh, oh, yes. today i was having one of those days where every single tiny bug in the immediate vicinity becomes instantly attracted to me, and each one manages to fly up my nose, in my mouth, or in my eyes. do you know how annoying that is? in fact, do you know how disgusting that is when you're entemophobic? gah...
4) next, boots. surprisingly, no queue, and they have a new system so it doesn't take them 15 minutes plus to get your prescription, so that wasn't too bad. except i was going to get some gel or something to try and get rid of the wart or whatever it is on my left thumb that won't bloody go away... but there was a queue of people buying food, and i couldn't be bothered.
5) okay, why is it, do you think, that when you're trying to find a birthday card, and you want some space and privacy (as much as possible, anyway) to peruse the shelves, that the entire damn population of the city suddenly comes into the shop and starts looking at the same rack as you, over your shoulder? huh? can anyone explain that? which is why i didn't stay in clintons, plus, they didn't have the card i was looking for... so off to whsmiths after boots, to find a card - whereby the same thing happened... only this time, add women with enormous sodding pushchairs passing through to the list. but i did, at least, manage to get the card.
6) sainsbury's, which is hellishly awful at the best of times. i swear, i must have had my shopping list on my forehead or something, because whatever i wanted, there was some idiot standing having a chat in front of it.
and i was going to go to matalan to try on the jeans i saw in there the other day (they're yellow-striped falmers...) just out of curiosity as to what actual size i am (and to see if i wanted to buy them after all) but by that point, i was about ready to kill everyone and leave the streets paved in blood while i stood there cackling maniacally, so... i figured it was time to go home.
jesus frelling christ, i hate people... so, really, the network administrator people being total arses wasn't what i needed. i wonder if "my entire social life being on messenger" constitutes 'my welfare'...?
for starters, when i got back from uni, the following was under my door...
this is typed as is:
The University is having to deal with an increasing number of complaints about behaviour on the Internet. The activity giving rise to most of these complaints is taking place in the halls of residence, so changes will be made to the firewalls to curtail this.
Use of the Internet from halls of residence is to be confined to web browsing (HTTP & HTTPS) and E-mail (SMTP, POP3 and IMAP).
The exact date and time of this change, and the port definitions will be announced on the Computing Services web site (http://www.derby.ac.uk/it-services/hallsfirewall.htm) at least five days in advance.
If you can show that your academic work or welfare will suffer as a reult of these changes, please raise the matter with your hall manager. Hall managers are able to make an appeal on your behalf.
well, i read that before going out shopping, and was fuming nicely about it... as opposed to what i anticipated, they're not cutting off messenger connection, but 'small changes' will have to be made - which means they're not going to tell us those changes. no, they're going to let us all fumble about messing with port numbers til something works. and my FTP uploader still won't connect, even when i tell it what port to use. bah. so anyway, just because some moron in halls decided to download porn from somewhere, the rest of us have to suffer, and if i happen to disappear on messenger around about the 2nd of may, you'll know why.
*heavy sigh* anyway, so i went to town, muttering to myself, and you know how when you're annoyed, everything else, every little tiny thing, then annoys you more? yeah, i had one of those days...
1) i was shopping for bread, but was hungry at that precise moment, so went to k.f.c. where there was a queue, because there were only two people on the till, and the fries weren't cooked yet. and there was a baby crying its head off, being ignored by whichever parental body was with it. and then someone knocked over a chair. and dropped a tray. and by the time i left, the noise level was starting to get to the "okay, i'm going to kill someone" stage...
2) next stop, click, to get the damn manchester pictures developed - i'll have them saturday, incidentally - and as soon as i go through the door, a man looking at photo albums knocks them off the shelf, on top of me. thanks. really kind. and since when did the default picture size become 5x7? and why does getting them done 4x6 take four days longer??
3) oh, oh, yes. today i was having one of those days where every single tiny bug in the immediate vicinity becomes instantly attracted to me, and each one manages to fly up my nose, in my mouth, or in my eyes. do you know how annoying that is? in fact, do you know how disgusting that is when you're entemophobic? gah...
4) next, boots. surprisingly, no queue, and they have a new system so it doesn't take them 15 minutes plus to get your prescription, so that wasn't too bad. except i was going to get some gel or something to try and get rid of the wart or whatever it is on my left thumb that won't bloody go away... but there was a queue of people buying food, and i couldn't be bothered.
5) okay, why is it, do you think, that when you're trying to find a birthday card, and you want some space and privacy (as much as possible, anyway) to peruse the shelves, that the entire damn population of the city suddenly comes into the shop and starts looking at the same rack as you, over your shoulder? huh? can anyone explain that? which is why i didn't stay in clintons, plus, they didn't have the card i was looking for... so off to whsmiths after boots, to find a card - whereby the same thing happened... only this time, add women with enormous sodding pushchairs passing through to the list. but i did, at least, manage to get the card.
6) sainsbury's, which is hellishly awful at the best of times. i swear, i must have had my shopping list on my forehead or something, because whatever i wanted, there was some idiot standing having a chat in front of it.
and i was going to go to matalan to try on the jeans i saw in there the other day (they're yellow-striped falmers...) just out of curiosity as to what actual size i am (and to see if i wanted to buy them after all) but by that point, i was about ready to kill everyone and leave the streets paved in blood while i stood there cackling maniacally, so... i figured it was time to go home.
jesus frelling christ, i hate people... so, really, the network administrator people being total arses wasn't what i needed. i wonder if "my entire social life being on messenger" constitutes 'my welfare'...?