A collection of rambling posts about gaming, running, and politics. (and, in 2009, photography.)

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Message Skipped

I gotta share this.

We have a salesperson up in the northeast who has a blackberry cell phone, as well as an IP phone in his home office. The IP phone is connected back to our main company phone switch, and behaves pretty much as though it was any other normal phone at our company.

Note that he has voicemail both on his IP phone and on his cell phone. This is important later.

Because he travels a lot, we have setup the voicemail on his IP phone so that if he receives a message, it will call his cell phone. It goes something like this:
Joe leaves a message on Salesguy's IP phone.
Salesguy's cell phone rings.
Salesguy answers and hears "This is the phone system calling, if you are Salesguy, please press pound to continue."
Salesguy hits pound, the system asks for his password, and then he can listen to Joe's message.

Well, Salesguy told me some time ago that its not working right. He can't get the messages. On further investigation, he says that when he's prompted to hit #, he does so, and hears "Message skipped", and never gets the voicemail message.

Huh. Weird. So I got my hands on his phone and tested it myself. I called and left a voicemail on his IP phone. His cell phone rang, I heard the voicemail system, pressed # when directed, and it worked like a charm. No problem.

I chalked it up to user error.

Well, he tells me that he is STILL having the problem. So I make a note to get with him when he's down next and sort it out.

Today, I get this email:

"My cell phone said I have 7 messages. The first one didn't prompt me to press pound if I was the correct person and just played my voice mail. The other 6 messages all prompted me to press pound and when I did, it announced that message as having been skipped. The same was true for all six messages."

DING!

I got it.

In case that is still mysterious to you, let me analogize it. You pick up the phone and call your friend Dave. You get Dave on the phone and say "Hey man, do you want to run to the comic shop with me?" Dave says "yes", and you go pick him up, and off to the comic shop you both go.

Or.

You pick up the phone and call your friend Dave. You get Dave's answering machine, and you say "Hey, just wanted to see if you wanted to run to the comic shop with me." When Dave checks his answering machine later, he hears your message. To which, for some reason, Dave answers by saying into the phone "yes", which obviously you cannot hear, because Dave is talking to his answering machine.

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So what was happening was that he was getting voicemail on his IP phone. The phone system was calling his cell phone, but when he didn't answer or was out of the service area, it ended up in his voicemail, where it recorded a message asking him to press #. Which he did. Which the cell phone voicemail did not understand.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Day 5: Pickles

Today we're experimenting with using Flickr.

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As though this even needs a description. We're going through my grandmother's things, and found these jars of pickles. The labeling makes these jars look about 30 years old, and we found stuff in the house that's that old, but apparently these are a brand.

Project 365

I'm so behind.

Still to do: 2008 recap blog post. 2009 anticipation blog post. Clean my house. Drive to germantown for like the eightieth time.

Anyway, its worth mentioning that I'm engaging in Project 365.

Observations thusfar: Its tough to take pictures of stuff. Obviously I don't just mean 'stuff'. I could easily take hundreds of boring photos of any old stuff, but neither you or I want to see plain old pictures of my car, or my bathroom sink. But...

I've never taken a photography class, though I'm tempted to try to audit one, or do one of those continuing education things at the local college campus. Back in '04, I had a little digital camera that I took tons and tons of pictures of stuff with, mostly trips, and my friends and I goofing off and drinking way too much, and its tons of fun to look back on them. Now I'm rambling about why I'm doing this, and even I'm getting bored with this post. So- moving right along.

Each day, measured by when I wake up and when I go to sleep, not midnight to midnight, I'll take photos, and upload one. I'll try to upload frequently. No promises.

A few more thoughts, and then I'll wrap this thing up.

Taking halfway descent photos is tough. Like I said. I hope I'll get better at it as the year passes. I've been using picasaweb for the photos, but I'm going to try flickr out. Do you ever have ideas that are hard to catch and grasp? Yeah, this one is like that. I can't help but feel like there's a *good* photo everywhere you look - its just a matter of figuring out how to shoot it right, that makes the difference between just another pic of some stuff, and a good picture.

Day 4

I keep having at least two or three that I'm torn on...

Today you had either "bird on a wet branch" or "angel thing on my concrete patio"

Here you are.

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Saturday, January 3, 2009

Day 3 (commentary added)

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There's a story to this, but mostly, I'm still experimenting. I'm experimenting with the camera itself, and with the pictures that I take, and with the pictures that I'll end up using for my 365. For now, I seem fixated on Macro shots of close up stuff.

This chain is holding shut the back gate on the chain link fence in my grandmother's yard. She died on December 31, 2008. We were not especially close, but it was good for me to be with my mom, to help her out with stuff during this time. That back gate separated my grandmother's backyard from a large park. It's almost got a Narnia feel to it. The very back of my grandmother's back yard was thick with pine trees and shrubs, so getting to the gate always felt a little like a trip into the woods, and then through the gate was this park with a huge wooden kid's jungle gym/adventure fort kind of thing. Also, a tennis court, one of those metal spinning deals that you can get on, and then try to hang onto while someone else spins it. Also, a horse showing arena. And eventually, when dusk arrived, we'd go back through that little gate, shut it behind us, secure the chain and lock, and leave the park behind us.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Day 2: Cuz

My cousin.

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Thursday, January 1, 2009

Day 1: Fireworks

Dear Earstwhile Reader,

I need to sit down and do an end-of-year-2008-wrapup post, and a here's-what-I'm-looking-forward-to-in-2009 post, but I haven't had time for either. I'll get to them.

This year I am doing Project 365, where I use my camera every day, and upload a photo for each day.

Without further adieu,

fireworks