All these outages make the staff curse -
Every doctor, each intern, each nurse.
Who can help with the fix?
Not the bosses, who'd nix,
But a techie to make things much worse.
It's a problem we handle with ease.
But a masters grad's brought to her knees.
What she wants, I would cry,
Is a power supply.
That you learn with IT Ph. D's.
What is making net access go "Crash?"
Something's making our techies' teeth gnash.
'Twas a balancer's card
And a switch worked too hard.
And a boss that's a pain in the flash.
Print a doc? That she'd like to embark.
It won't print, but I soon had a spark.
In my mind it was clear -
Use this copier here!
Her response kept her out of the snark.
Do a folder restore? It looked grim.
You want everything? Chances seemed slim.
It was already done?
You mean "Everything's" one?
That must be what that sheet meant to him.
September 22 - 26 - In New York