The other night, had to come to work to solve a backup problem. Apparently, one of the backup policies doesn't work. So, there were, around midnight, trying to solve the problem, by reinstalling the database agent into two servers. And lo and behold, it didn't work. So, we are going to dismantle the whole RMAN configuration. But when and how, still hasn't been determine yet. Will have to wait and see, won't we.
Moving along, I am still reading Mr Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. And as I said before, it's simply good reading. Extremely good. I can't decide whether I like Dance, Dance, Dance or this book better. This will also have to wait till I finish the book. Then I can decide.
This morning, my friend came to my cubicle and started telling me ghost stories. And it had to be about our department. And especially about the room my cubicle is in. And to tell you the truth, the stories are quite disturbing. After hearing her stories, now something makes sense.
The other day, as usual, I would arrive at work before 7, and on this particular morning, I bumped into my colleague at the escalator as I was coming out. To say she was startled to see me emerging from the escalator would be an understatement. Then she turned to face me, and said that she wanted me to accompany her to her cubicle, since there was no one else around. So we went straight to her office. There, while she was getting ready for a seminar that morning, we chatted about work and stuff. Then, once she was ready, she left the office and I proceeded to go to my cubicle which was across the corridor. All the while I was wondering why she was so afraid to go into the office alone, as it was already morning. And now I know why.
Apparently, this particular colleague of mine is the one they disturb most, according to my other colleague. Once, while in the ladies, she heard someone calling out for help coming from outside the window, in the voice of our colleague. At first, she thought it was a prank, and as she realised the truth, she ran out of the ladies, face white with fear. And another time, as she was alone in the office late at night, she heard the sound of a baby crying at the main office entrance. These are a few of the episodes that she had to endure.
Myself, while working late at night, especially after midnight, I would hear sounds like people typing away at their keyboards. I would then venture to see where the sounds were coming from. Only to find there was no one in the room but me.
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