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At the time of the beep, it will be twelve midnight on Wednesday, September 24th. - Paint It Black
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At the time of the beep, it will be twelve midnight on Wednesday, September 24th.
beep.

It is now just a bit after midnight and I am sitting in the office at my desk, listening to Neil Young stream out of my tiny computer speakers from my MP3 collection and putting what I fervently hope will be the "finishing touches" on the network management configuration document. Once I've finished tweaking it I will print out three paper copies and distribute them to the appropriate supervisors and management. Once I've seen those to the proper desktops I will return to my cube and proceed to send out an e-mail with the Word document attached so that they may have an electronic copy as well. We all know the electronic copy is easy to manage and requires no paper, but it's oh-so-reassuring to have a hardcopy to hold and file away, isn't it? Where is the paperless office I was promised in 1988?! And, since I'm on that line of thought, who says I don't have company loyalty?!

My whole goal tonight is to be out of here before one o'clock in the morning. I desperately want this -- I desperately need to be out of this office before 1 AM, because if I'm not I very well may have to commit myself to a mental health hospital. For one, the silence is oppressive (the MP3s can do very little to fight back against 30,000 square feet of empty) and for another thing my vision is blurring. My stomach is cramped and my hands are shaking. To make this just a bit more miserable the building's HVAC shut off at 6 PM (that's right when I got to the office from my 8.75 hours of training today, how very thoughtful!) so it is something like 92 degrees Fahrenheit in here right now. The heat is suffocating. Naturally I wore a long-sleeved shirt today since the training classroom is a meat locker and I didn't feel like freezing. From one extreme to the other!

There's various bad news on other fronts, but at this point I'm not surprised -- I have come to realize that in this life this sort of thing is very much par for the course. Hell, I'd honestly be surprised if there wasn't "just one more thing" to put on my "worry about" stack, because when it rains around me it is never April showers... it always comes as a monsoon. Want to hear something sick? I've come to draw some comfort from that pattern, because while it's a shitty routine it's at least one I can depend on.

Outside of those few problems I'm really just dandy, thank you.

I'm looking for the joke with a microscope

Current Mood: indescribable indescribable
Current Music: Ozzy Osbourne -- Gets Me Through

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From: (Anonymous) Date: September 24th, 2003 09:53 am (UTC) (Link)

HVAC @ work.hell.dv

Heat bad.

Hint: Goto 2nd floor. HVAC override has been installed, and can be controlled individually from the 2nd floor's systems.

Hint 2: Were working 24 shift right now. HVAC is overriden for the entire 2nd floor during the entire process. Come on down.

Hint 3: Before you come down. Remember that VNC sucks :(

Shanedoll
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