Sometimes users will play with my head.
“It’s confusing!” this one user said.
I am just so reliant
Upon my thin client!”
Then go use the fat one instead!
The first time that I helped was in vain:
A month later, he called back again.
When I checked, it revealed
He dropped every field.
Man, users like him are a pane!
All the phone calls would drive me insane.
“Lotus Notes will not work! It’s a pain!”
“Call the desk,” I implore,
“It’s at 1234.”
But he called back again and again.
So to bring his box back up to health,
I went down there to access the wealth
Of support from afar,
Then I said, “There you are!”
Sometimes, I have to fix things myself!
At a hospital help desk one fall.
While involved in a tech support call,
One of our DBA’s
Came to me in a daze
And awaited my aid in the hall.
So I asked her, “Now, what’s on your mind?
What is causing your wits to unwind?”
“I’ve a mouse that is dead!
Not the tech kind, instead
It’s the fuzzy, disease-ridden kind.”
She had seen me the previous day
Take one out that had wandered my way.
It walked into my trap
And in just a quick snap
It was turned into toast, as they say.
To her office, we then went inside.
“There’s the vermin!” the DBA cried.
Right there, under her desk,
Looking slightly grotesque,
Was the mouse that had just up and died.
So I got out a pan and a broom
And I took the mouse out of her room.
All her fears, I allayed
As the rodent I laid
In the dumpster, its garbage-filled tomb.
That's my story, since there is no more.
Yes, I ushered that mouse out the door.
I am also quite high
With the knowledge that I
Am now looking at shirt number four!
I know the story was a bit lame in comparison to other stories published, but it really was sort of experiment to see if Sharky would publish the story as a limerick if I submitted it as one. The original email text:
At a hospital help desk one fall. While involved in a tech support call, One of our DBA’s Came to me in a daze And awaited my aid in the hall. So I asked her, “Now, what’s on your mind? What is causing your wits to unwind?” “I’ve a mouse that is dead! Not the tech kind, instead It’s the fuzzy, disease-ridden kind.” She had seen me the previous day Take one out that had wandered my way. It walked into my trap And in just a quick snap It was turned into toast, as they say. To her office, we then went inside. “There’s the vermin!” the DBA cried. Right there, under her desk, Looking slightly grotesque, Was the mouse that had just up and died. So I got out a pan and a broom And I took the mouse out of her room. All her fears, I allayed As the rodent I laid In the dumpster, its garbage-filled tomb. |
I had this actually happen to me back in the fall of 2002 when I worked the hell desk (the spelling IS intentional) at a hospital. Today I got on Bing maps to view the place, and when I got the birds eye view, I found the pictures of it was when they were demolishing that infamous 100 year old factory building. I only wish I could have been operating the machinery myself... | |
We all got some new PC’s on sale!
They’re so slick, but there’s one small detail:
They’ve all got Windows 7,
Which one might call heaven,
But phone calls are now by email!