The Call

I got called at midnight for a virus issue, and have been in all night scripting solutions with the magic of Perl. It’s after 7 AM, and I’m hoping to get out of here soon, but it’s pretty cool to be here when the normal shift shows up. Then they get confused because you look like shit, and really aren’t dressed according to the company handbook. For a minute they wonder, “LAN issues, or kevlar?”

I really would like pancakes…or eggs…or eggs and pancakes. I am punchy. Hey, no work today, though, right? At least not until after 3PM, right? Hello? Beuller? Hello? Is this thing on?

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