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Friday, October 6 2017
The bi-weekly all-Organization meeting was all about Slack and how to use it. We in IT were more amused by this presentation than other departments, since we've been using Slack the longest, and our organizational Slack has the feel of a room we'd been living in and decorating to suit our tastes. It's full of our own custom emojis (including references to characters and moments on The Simpsons, favorite movies, Bill O'Reilly freakouts, individual emojis representing a few of us, and even trollish personas we've created). For some reason, for much of the presentation the screen was left on a dialog that had happened last night between a slightly-intoxicated me and Brittany (one of our new frontend developers) concerning technical issues surrounding getting the Stripe payment system to work in the new store. At one point in the dialog I could be seen comparing the rebuilding of the server to "dropping a bomb on utica and installing a trailer park." That was actually pretty funny; it could've been much more embarrassing than that.
At 8:00pm I thought my day was over, but then as I was getting ready to take a much-deserved bath, I got hit by a call from two of the higher-ups in The Organization about an issue of email deliverability. Perhaps, they feared, a large fraction of the emails we've sent weren't getting through. If so, by implication, perhaps I'd fucked up somewhere. I didn't really have to account for any of this immediately, but later during the bath my mind wandered over the various ways I could determine whether there was any fundamental deliverability problem with our email system. Baths are great for thinking about problems and arriving on solutions, and soon after I got out of the tub, I used an online resource (particularly https://mxtoolbox.com/blacklists.aspx) to check our email server's domain name and the six IP addresses it uses to see if they'd been blacklisted anywhere. It turned out that only one of the IP addresses had been blacklisted, and only in one (of many) blacklists. And it's an IP address we've almost abandoned. This knowledge dispelled most of my concerns, giving me license to enjoy my weekend.


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