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So today at work I was trying to run one of my monthly reports, that I run on the second Friday of the month. There are 4 (or is it 6? we added a couple vendors) vendors that I have to run a separate database for each (all the same queries but they're each built with different criteria so I can just change the date and run a macro). There are two queries in each that take a while to run. I have two computers, and I can only run big queries on my second computer, because my other is too slow, and it takes 10 times longer for things to run and I can't do anything else in the meantime. Today I got to the second big query (which is Query #4 of 8) and it would run for a bit and then give me an error. Not enough space on temporary disk. I tried running it for a week instead of the full month. Then I tried one day. No dice. Tried running on my coworker's second computer since she wasn't using it. She leaves an hour before me, I started the query about 15 minutes before she left, and killed it an hour later. It didn't get beyond one square in the status bar.
I need to build a database for something else, which I started working on, but I built my third query and I couldn't run it for the above reason about my slow computer, and I had the other thing running on comp. 2. So I didn't get much done today.
Then on my way home I noticed shortly after I left the parking lot that my air conditioning wasn't getting cold. Luckily it wasn't too unbearably hot, but this was disconcerting. Then I noticed that my temperature guage was about midway between the halfway mark (where it normally hovers) and the H at the top. When I stopped at a light it would go down, and then when I started driving again it would go back up. I got almost to the highway and it was getting really disconcertingly close to that H, so I pulled off the road before the highway and pulled into the Starbucks parking lot and called my dad. He said to go to their house. I did but it was going higher and higher. I pulled over on the highway shoulder to let it cool down again. I managed to get to my parents' house but just as I got to their street it started smoking and the engine died in front of their driveway.
My dad tried pushing it to the side of the road...I had to tell him to go knock on the neighbor's door and ask for help before he killed himself (the guy who lives across and one over is a contractor and is more than capable of pushing my Elantra 20 feet, and his truck was in the driveway); he went to the house directly across first and the guy came out and helped push it, then we popped the hood. Let it cool down, for a bit, then my dad put some water in the radiator...which promptly dripped onto the ground. He couldn't tell if it was a hose or the radiator itself or what. We let it sit and cool off while we ate dinner, then my dad looked some more, and started it up. He said the engine sounds fine but it wasn't going far...consulted with the neighbor guy again and they decided it would make it the ~6 miles to the dealer, so he drove and I followed in his car. We dropped it off...the service advisors were all gone for the day but there was one guy waiting for his car still and the receptionist was still there, so we went in and gave her the envelope with the keys, told her we were dropping it off as an emergency and we didn't have an appointment for tomorrow; she said she couldn't promise they would get to it tomorrow but they would give us a call to let us know (my dad put his number on the envelope so they can call him).
So now I have my dad's car for the weekend at least; they are inconvenienced because they only have one car and my dad has to umpire on Sunday morning, and my mom will either have to drop him off or skip both church and my brother's softball game (which is at the same fields my dad is umping at so if my brother can stick around after his game he can drive my dad home), and I am probably looking at an expensive repair bill.
I was texting my roommate about what was going on, and she reminded me that it was Friday the 13th. I mentioned to my parents and the neighbor, and he said "Are you superstitious?" I said, "Well, I wasn't..."
I need to build a database for something else, which I started working on, but I built my third query and I couldn't run it for the above reason about my slow computer, and I had the other thing running on comp. 2. So I didn't get much done today.
Then on my way home I noticed shortly after I left the parking lot that my air conditioning wasn't getting cold. Luckily it wasn't too unbearably hot, but this was disconcerting. Then I noticed that my temperature guage was about midway between the halfway mark (where it normally hovers) and the H at the top. When I stopped at a light it would go down, and then when I started driving again it would go back up. I got almost to the highway and it was getting really disconcertingly close to that H, so I pulled off the road before the highway and pulled into the Starbucks parking lot and called my dad. He said to go to their house. I did but it was going higher and higher. I pulled over on the highway shoulder to let it cool down again. I managed to get to my parents' house but just as I got to their street it started smoking and the engine died in front of their driveway.
My dad tried pushing it to the side of the road...I had to tell him to go knock on the neighbor's door and ask for help before he killed himself (the guy who lives across and one over is a contractor and is more than capable of pushing my Elantra 20 feet, and his truck was in the driveway); he went to the house directly across first and the guy came out and helped push it, then we popped the hood. Let it cool down, for a bit, then my dad put some water in the radiator...which promptly dripped onto the ground. He couldn't tell if it was a hose or the radiator itself or what. We let it sit and cool off while we ate dinner, then my dad looked some more, and started it up. He said the engine sounds fine but it wasn't going far...consulted with the neighbor guy again and they decided it would make it the ~6 miles to the dealer, so he drove and I followed in his car. We dropped it off...the service advisors were all gone for the day but there was one guy waiting for his car still and the receptionist was still there, so we went in and gave her the envelope with the keys, told her we were dropping it off as an emergency and we didn't have an appointment for tomorrow; she said she couldn't promise they would get to it tomorrow but they would give us a call to let us know (my dad put his number on the envelope so they can call him).
So now I have my dad's car for the weekend at least; they are inconvenienced because they only have one car and my dad has to umpire on Sunday morning, and my mom will either have to drop him off or skip both church and my brother's softball game (which is at the same fields my dad is umping at so if my brother can stick around after his game he can drive my dad home), and I am probably looking at an expensive repair bill.
I was texting my roommate about what was going on, and she reminded me that it was Friday the 13th. I mentioned to my parents and the neighbor, and he said "Are you superstitious?" I said, "Well, I wasn't..."
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