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SysAdmin says...

Permalink 07/28/07 at 01:11:20 am, by Ed, 267 words   English (US)
Categories: Programming

Now in my natural element, it being 1:00 AM, I feel fully in my creative spirit. I will greatly regret anything I write here tomorrow when I read it, because I am probably drunk on that past-tired feeling you get from staying up thirty-six hours when you really do laugh whenever anybody says, "...brick.*"

So I am letting the creative juices flow, or eek out, as it were, since they don't seem to be moving too quickly. But I had the first half of a funny and I wrote it down as the title, and thought that by the time I got here, I would have something to tack on to the end of it to make me laugh. Ooh, I know. Brick.*

SysAdmin says... "brick"? Well, that doesn't make too much sense. But then again, neither does tech support in India when the sysadmin is down the hall. But that's how the system where I work is set up. If your active domain account gets locked out, you can walk down the hall to the sysadmin's desk, and complain, and he will laugh at you and say, "file a support request". Then 10 minutes later, you get a phone call from Hajiim Doddripiniikillabebe, who tells you that you can log in now. Seriously, you have to go through India to get your user account unlocked. It is vaguely reminiscent of the controller for the heater and air conditioner for my old high-school, which is a four-hour drive away from the high-school itself.

Ah, bureaucracy. Solving problems by making them go away. Far, far away. To India.

* - heheheh :)

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