Awwww. Another defining piece goes away.

I used to say I'm phobic of dogs.

Now I guess I'm just nervous around strange dogs, and that doesn't count.

Scenario:

1. Man arrives with water for our office water cooler.
2. Y's dog starts barking loudly at him.
3. I come out of the conference room, interrupting a technical discussion with J., to tell Darren (the dog), "You stop that right now, mister!" and point him back toward Y's office.
4. He obeys me, on all counts, and Y. shuts him in his office.

I'm not surprised I reacted before Y did: I tend to react quickly when startled. What I am surprised by is that while I was startled-nervous, that was it.

I wonder if this applies to dogs I don't know as well as that loud, spoiled black monster. ;)

And meanwhile, work is going okay. Getting stuff done, piece by piece and bit by bit.

Oopsy! Phone conversations.

I just talked to someone a couple days ago, and he didn't like the term "server" for something that didn't need honkin big disks. (Well, okay, so it's serving data from a database on another machine. So what? If it goes down, the rest of the system still can't see that data. That is a server.)

So I started calling it a "thin" server and he seemed to like that term.

Today I got email about the "fin" server. Ah, the power of language.