I don’t understand you ladies. Sometimes I wish you had balls so I could tell you to reach down and find a pair, suck it up, and drive on.
And some of you are so very good at hiding your crazy. For up to 10 years. But it all comes out in the end, doesn’t it?
Someone actually read some of this. Perhaps I’ll have to write more. PERHAPS.
Issue
ESX server shows disconnected from the vCenter server, go to the following path in ESX to search the logs for : /var/log/ messages, and look for the following error:
watchdog-hostd: PID file /var/run/vmware/watchdog-hostd.PID not found
Solution:
Run vmware-watchdog -r hostd, If you get /var/run/vmware/watchdog-hostd.PID not found , Delete /var/run/vmware/vmware-hostd.PID
Joel, you wanna know something? Every now and then say, “What the fuck.” “What the fuck” gives you freedom. Freedom brings opportunity. Opportunity makes your future.
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Pal says:
if that beast was your daughter would you disown her
ME: I’d leave at about 7pm, say “I’m going to get a pack of smokes” and just never come back.
Go start over.
Pal says: haha if you said that, she would be like will you bring home white castle
sack of 10plz
ME: “sure thing, sweetie, be right back”
Pal says: hahahaha
ME: annnnd I’m driving
Going to hell.
Every job I have had of any importance I’ve always been driven to get more money, a new title, more responsibility, and so on. While this has worked out for the most part in each place of employment, I have noticed a trend of it also fucking me dry in the holiest of holes.
Being the “go to guy” is a pile of shit. Basically you are just the guy that is expected to do extra work and keep propping up the fails of the less than stellar surrounding cast. Once you do it once you’re screwed for the duration of your employment there. So then you leave, go somewhere else, make a good impression the first couple weeks and fuck yourself again.
Why is it so hard to just be happy with average performance at the workplace? Why do I have to always want more, get it, and then become miserable AGAIN?
I’m a killer who has yet to find someone worth killing. I’m the when, the suspicous, a breeze. The tortured. The phantom. A doctor, an attempt. A long drive, a longing, a catastrophe, a victory, a parent, a child, an addict, the knowing. A panic, a son, a flounderer, a lie, the missing, the saved, a hand, the clean. The amazed. The wisdom, the guilty, the alienating, the lucky. The living, the cursed, the skeptical, the trusting, the burned. The dwelling, a traitor, the committed, the asking, the needing. The right. The miserable, the wanting, a vision. The tame, the failing, the aged, the broken.
Alone I sit. Alone I spit my venom.
