When the server room got blazing hot,
I drove in so the cause, I could spot.
After hardware was downed
A developer frowned,
“I had turned off the air! I forgot!”
That developer felt so contrite
And wood iron things out – putt it right.
Things are back up to par
From that evening bizarre.
I can take my wife out for a night.
No, our help desk response isn’t slow.
It just helps if you let the staff know.
If you’re missing some digits,
Don’t sit there and fidget.
We’ll fix it so full ID’s show.
There’s a bug in a database job
Causing shouts from the corporate mob.
But the bosses are leery -
“Fish, don’t fix that query.
We’d rather pay two guys named Bob.”
Today's uneasy user's deranged,
Says that what I'm suggesting is strange.
He would rather send files
Through thousands of miles
And risk blowing up our Exchange.
This one was sort of making a reference to the Charlie Daniels song "Uneasy Rider," where at the end, he wonders if anyone thought it would be odd to go to L.A. from Arkansas by way of Omaha.
Since they need project tracking just right,
I created a prototype site.
I had set up the server
With usual fervor
To see if it was their delight.
When I asked if the site was adored,
The response that I got had me floored.
“We don’t know,” I was told.
I thought, "Lo and behold!
My cool system was largely ignored.”
In entering the CAPTCHA for posting: I got the following:
How the heck are you supposed to enter an underlined pi in a CAPTCHA box?!?