An example:
9am
Coworker: Hey, Newbie, good morning! Could you show me how to log-in to the terminal server again please?
Me: Sure, I'll be right over. ::whistles as I walk to my office::
Noon
Slightly-Annoying-but-still-likeable-coworker: Ummm, Mr. Newbie, my popcap games stopped working, and my bonzai buddy won't start up. Could you make them work please?
Me: Allow me to calmly but with a slight derogatory edge explain to you why you should not be permitted to touch the keyboard let alone post changes to the finance database.
2pm
Completely-annoying-and-utterly-useless-cow-worker: Hey IT-guy, my home computer is acting up. Could you take time out of your post-work binge schedule and come to my home (which smells of cat urine) to vainly attempt to fix an early 90's gateway clunker so virus-ridden and malware-infested that other proximate machines absorb rootkits through actual-honest-to-goodness osmosis.
Me: ::removes cable tester/laser cutter from utility belt and commits hara-kiri:: Seppuku is the only answer. ::Dies::
As you can see, my day continually goes on a downward spiral until about 7pm, when everyone leaves and I can actually hit the gym (in-house), shower, and get some work done. Around 9 or 10, I am free to socialize with Enrique and Monique (the cleaning people) for a few minutes, say goodbye to the security guard, and beat a straight path to the closest bar. Rinse. Repeat.
At least I'll always have per diem.
--HK_Newbie
calamityJANE said...
Doc!! OMG, what is up with blogspot becoming the new blogspot and me having to switch over to the new blogspot to make a post in the 4MR which has moved to the new blogspot and isn't accessible with the old blogspot?
i don't get it. invite me or something.
otherwise, see my livejournal for the post i was going to put up. which, i'm gonna tell you now, is about poop.
hk_newbie said...
"otherwise, see my livejournal for the post i was going to put up. which, i'm gonna tell you now, is about poop."
Unsurprisingly.