When the prof set her phone on a table
In hotels, she believed she’d be able
To get calls like at school,
But she looked like a fool.
What she lacked was a really long cable.
In response to a post from a user called OP Dave:Attention: This is a blog for grown-up computer professionals: most of you should be on kidzworld.com, where prople expect this trash.
I wrote the following:
Folks from Boston to Constantinople
Read the Tank each day hoping a dope’ll
Act just like OP Dave
Who will call us depraved
‘Cause he does not relate well with prople.
I was rather fortunate in that the two cities mentioned have some connection with the Tank - Boston is just east of Framingham MA, which is where Computerworld is headquartered, and the reference to Constantinople is from the shout out I got from Locutus on the Linux Today website, who resides on Ankara, Turkey.
When I checked out the slow server's cause,
'Twas the bosses' email setting flaws.
For its checking email
Each minute each day'll
Eat bandwidth up faster than Jaws.
Though there was a great sense of foreboding,
I resolved it with timing recoding.
But a check every minute?
What could be within it?
What else has the firm been downloading?
The large VIP’s angry, it’s true.
But our update is not getting through.
The job ends incomplete,
The next day’s a repeat,
Like instructions they write for shampoo.
“You can take the switch down,” said the client.
But in minutes she got quite defiant.
“My PC? It can go,
But I still need my joe.”
Seems the user is java reliant.
Yes, the company’s policy’s clear.
“There’s no chain mail forwarding here.”
When I called to remind
One, who to it was blind,
“He’s so rude!” she told HR, I fear.
Then she did it again on a whim.
Then said HR, “It’s looking quite grim.”
“Twasn’t I who was rude!
It was her with the ‘tude!”
The next action’s best handled by JIM.