ten billion butterfly sneezes

I slept in a bit yesterday morning, after being up late on Friday to help facilitate application patching on some work machines.

On awakening, I make a trip to the coffee maker for a mug of hot caffeinated jumpstart. In mid-staircase, I heard the ring of the stinking on-call pager. Cuppa’ joe in hand, I plop myself down in the tbbs headquarters Captain’s chair, and call the indicated number. One of the application folks had a runaway application¹, and wanted me to stop the recalcitrant process. A scripted kill -9 later, and I’m enjoying my coffee, with a promise I’ll stand by in case they have any further problems. They restarted their app, their life was good, and the lady I was talking to thanked me profusely, and said “Thanks, baby doll.”
Suppose she knew I was still in my bedclothes while I was helping her out?

-k-