When the cat’s away… the mice fix the damn server
Published by lee // July 17th, 2006 in Office BlatherNeulander is out of the office for the next 48 hours. He’s in NYC razzling and dazzling and probably stroking the ’stache to impress more New Yorker types.
So right now it’s Etta and me all by our lonesome. We are busy coming up with swivel chair dance routines and are about to have a shot-off to see who can take the most shots within a certain time period and still remain at her desk. Then we’re going to randomly prank call people from the data base. Then we’re going to share our deepest secrets and do make-overs and maybe have a wig fight (ala pillow fight) with this bag of wigs from Americamisfit.
Lies.
All lies.
What kind of SVT employees do you think we are? Of course we’re not doing any sort of activity such as the ones listed above. (Although I am writing this entry while wearing a George Washington wig that’s been Febreezed.) Instead, I’m printing out producer packets while Etta is sitting on the floor trying to reboot our server.
Seems everytime that Neulander goes out of town the server decides to be a real pill. It doesn’t want to open. It just sits there on our screen and acts like it doesn’t see us. I think that the server feels abandoned by Neulander. Like, its got issues and stuff.
“I’m a G-Damn genius!” Etta has shouted from the floor. “Try getting on the server.”
Eureka! It works. Now I can data entry to my heart’s damn delight. HUZZAH! HUZZAH!
This is going to be the best Monday at work without Neulander evah! AH YEAH.
Okay, so what exactly were you guys up to?
I printed a hell crap load of those producer packets… getting up every 5 minutes to unjam the printer. There’s something wrong with it, yo. Then we did make-overs and played Ouji board after we told each other our secret crushes.