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Oscar Wilde sitting on a bench in Galway downtown is also shocked by huge traffic jams around the city centre. It took us an hour to get from the office to our apartment through Tesco.
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On this glorious day I've managed to reproduce the problem in my lab that I was struggling with for almost a fortnight. A few experts looked into the logs provided by the customer and one said the scenario isn't correct while another one went silent for a day then said he has other things to do. I tried many different ways to trigger the fault but as soon as it was reproduced it has become apparent there is a bug in our product and now I wonder how it could work for so long before the problem has finally been detected. In the meanwhile I've stumbled upon a problem with my global account that doesn't match the local one I use in our ClearCase replica that doesn't allow me deliver code in CC. To make it work I need to write a request to IT then wait up to five days till they create a new account for me. After that I'll need to set up my email from scratch and request VPN, Jira, Confluence, Forge and whatnot access once again. And during that time I won't be able to do my work. What a bummer...
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Today I shared a swimming lane with a plump lady at Kingfisher NUI swimming pool. She swam at short distance but moved faster while I covered my 1km quota but she didn't overtake me. On one occasion she simply turned over and started to move in an opposite direction when she came close to me. The locals behave really strange. They honk like madmen on a road but apologize every time you come close to them in a supermarket or in a canteen. They hold a door for you and thank you for nothing all the time without probably meaning it.
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There was a guy today who provided training to us and he spoke a lot and sounded different to me than local people in Galway. At times his accent even resembled those in the famous comedy sketch by Burnistoun about two Scots stuck in an elevator. When he finished I asked where did he come from and to my surprise he said he came from northern part of Ireland (next to the border with NI) where he lived till 1996 or something. Since then he tried to get rid of his native pronounciation but at times it still reappears. So I was wrong he isn't a Scot but still my mistake isn't that big either.
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Over the weekend our head office experienced IT maintenance break as well as power outage so instead of working I spent a lot of time on restoring remote access to my PC and ClearCase. There was also fierce fighting with git where my build script was unable to compile loadmodules until I switched a path to compiler and linker from Visual Studio 2017 to 2010. Only after that it has started to work. The design support guy who drives our taskforce started to push me hard but for now I was able to hold my ground then our component owner has suddenly popped up and started to answer emails so there is a chance for me to survive this mess. Anyway working in an Irish project feels significantly tougher than a Swedish one and my transition from customer support to software design is still a work in progress. Here is a photo of the Kylemore Abbey located to the north-west from Galway that I visited a week ago. For now it's the only thing that looks good over here, but I hope pretty soon everything is gonna turn back to normal.
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Initially the plan for today was to travel to the Aran islands by ferry but after yesterday's harsh boat trip our driver declined to come close to any naval vehicle so it was decided to go shopping instead. There are two big shopping centres in Galway downtown but neither of them offers more than an ordinary mall in my hometown though I've found one nice boutique called J&J that offers nice rain jackets for affordable price around €30. As soon as I purchased one rain started so I had to put it on instantly. I tried to find t-shirts for workout but the ones offered in local sport boutiques are either expensive or colored in bright yellow or red that to my taste is way too off the mark. I purchased two t-shirts at Intersport then visited a couple of bookstores that provide significantly better choice than clothes boutiques. The one even contains a classic literature department where Dostoevsky and Joyes share the same bookshelf. I was tempted to buy a couple of books but the fact that I've already bought four ones made me walk away without buying anything. On the way back through the Nun island where the Galway cathedral is located (see on the photo above) I met two French football fans. I showed them my thumb up and they laughed. I'm not a football fan myself but I support France for people who left me unemployed cannot get world championship easily in the same year, that would have been way too much for the Croats.
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At the parking lot at the Cliffs of Moher they charge for every passenger sitting in a car. We decided to avoid paying extra money and disembarked a hundred metres before the main entrance then walked along the highway till the cliffs. Along the way I met two ravens who saw me chewing a sandwich and came close. I tried to feed one but he flew away then kept watching me from a distance. So I put a small piece of bread on the top of a wooden fence next to the road and stepped aside. The bird came instantly and started to eat bread with me. So we finished the sandwich together then I bade my farewell. Those big black birds are indeed very clever.
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There was an embarrassing moment on the top of the O'Brien's tower located on the cliffs of Moher today. We stuck on the narrow staircase on the top platform and there was a fat guy trying to push his way downstairs through the crowd. He was able to slip through our group for we all are slim but the plump lady behind me made an obstacle. She refused to go downstairs to make way to the guy and tourists leaving the top of the tower were pressing from above. Then arguments broke in English and we from our side started to discuss the situation in Russian assuming none could understand us. There were comments like 'Oh gosh how on Earth he's gonna pass through such a narrow staircase' or 'If I'm gonna get like him please shoot me on the spot' or even 'It's better to shoot the stubborn lady for the guy would block the passage completely even after being shot'. Then finally the only girl among us saw a throng of children coming downstairs and exclaimed 'Oh no, there are kids coming!' so the guy turned to her and abruptly said 'Da!'. We all fell silent so the stubborn lady realized her mistake and they both went downstairs so the congestion ceased and we could reach the top of the tower. Even when we were making photos on the rooftop we were silent and at first avoided eye contact with each other but then bursted into hysterical laugher being unable to stop. What the trolls we are...
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Only a person born as far from sea as myself would have agreed for a boat trip around Irish coastline when weather conditions are as harsh as it were today. The upper deck resembles a pool table where tourists bump into each other when boat falls from the crest of one wave and climbs to another one. The lower deck resembles a gastroenterology department where sick bags are getting refilled as fast as pints of Guinness at an Irish pub. I've almost dropped my celly into the sea twice and most part of my photos taken in the process contain faces of other tourists that bumped into me or a crewman's who came to detach my clenched fingers from a gangway that wasn't tightly fixed to prevent us both from falling overboard.
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