Celebration!
Ding Dong! The jerks are gone!
Which old jerks? -- The upstairs jerks!
Ding Dong! The upstairs jerks are gone!
Last night was the most amazing, soundless, sleep-filled, glorious night of slumber for me. No doors slammed. No feet thundered up the stairs at one and two-thirty am. No vacuum rammed itself (self-propelled, I'm sure, because no one is this discourteous) into the walls and furnature at midnight. No thunderous rolling of the sliding bedroom window upstairs all through the night as jerky upstairs neighbors try to decide whether they truly want the thing open. No bedsprings sounded during the nightly sex-a-thon. In fact, no nightly sex-a-thon took place. And in the morning, no boxes greeted me at my door, no cigarette butts littered my doormat, and no frenzied screaming matches jump-started my day with loving kindness.
Rehkmira is pleased.
To top it all off, due to sudden jermophobe illness on the part of Boss Man (he really is a jermophobe--called to make sure none of us went in the office because the air was contaminated), I went on my second solo mission today. Operation: face screaming madman faculty member about inability to access the MOO. Details: two laptops were reserved for use this afternoon at two, so that aforementioned faculty member and thesis student could MOO with absentee thesis committee. Pretty important. Laptop number two was borrowed by Boss Man, and when Boss Man was sick and didn't show, all hell broke loose, as he couldn't be contacted to find the borrowed laptop. My mission: find the laptop, or spiff up a different laptop to perform the same functions.
Armed with top secret administrative passwords, I altered the laptop and went on call for the afternoon in case there were still problems. Since I have yet to receive a call, and the meeting is long over, I think my mission was a success. A smashing one, at that. Everyone was panicking because none of the IT people were there, and no one could find the laptop. In the end, I still fear screaming madman faculty member -- with whom I did not have actual contact, where he screams at me, but merely the peripheral kind, where a secretary tells me that he was very angry about the situation, and that he told her to tell me to drive to Boss Man's house, get the single key to the control room, and allow s.m.f.m. into the room to search, which of course, will never happen. In short, I now feel much better about the botched job on Friday.
By the by, that job wasn't a total screw up on my part, I am happy to inform you. We used the wrong ghost disks, so it couldn't have worked. And apparently, no system is totally ruined unless there is smoke involved (coming out of the computer). It was re-nuked, and then paved, and then souped up. Apparently, computers do not respond to continual nuking by growing second keyboards, or by spontaneously morphing into males (fatherboard and everything), as do frogs. I am happy for them.
This afternoon, while waiting for an irate phone call that would put me in hot water with three important Comp faculty, I taught CB how to knit. She has three successful rows under her belt, and might practice some at home before we see each other again. In any case, it has been an eventful and truly wonderful day, and I look forward to a second night of truly wonderful, noneventful sleep tonight.
Everybody eat a slice of cake in celebration. We have been liberated from the inconsiderate presence of the jerks upstairs. Wah-Hoo!
END.
Which old jerks? -- The upstairs jerks!
Ding Dong! The upstairs jerks are gone!
Last night was the most amazing, soundless, sleep-filled, glorious night of slumber for me. No doors slammed. No feet thundered up the stairs at one and two-thirty am. No vacuum rammed itself (self-propelled, I'm sure, because no one is this discourteous) into the walls and furnature at midnight. No thunderous rolling of the sliding bedroom window upstairs all through the night as jerky upstairs neighbors try to decide whether they truly want the thing open. No bedsprings sounded during the nightly sex-a-thon. In fact, no nightly sex-a-thon took place. And in the morning, no boxes greeted me at my door, no cigarette butts littered my doormat, and no frenzied screaming matches jump-started my day with loving kindness.
Rehkmira is pleased.
To top it all off, due to sudden jermophobe illness on the part of Boss Man (he really is a jermophobe--called to make sure none of us went in the office because the air was contaminated), I went on my second solo mission today. Operation: face screaming madman faculty member about inability to access the MOO. Details: two laptops were reserved for use this afternoon at two, so that aforementioned faculty member and thesis student could MOO with absentee thesis committee. Pretty important. Laptop number two was borrowed by Boss Man, and when Boss Man was sick and didn't show, all hell broke loose, as he couldn't be contacted to find the borrowed laptop. My mission: find the laptop, or spiff up a different laptop to perform the same functions.
Armed with top secret administrative passwords, I altered the laptop and went on call for the afternoon in case there were still problems. Since I have yet to receive a call, and the meeting is long over, I think my mission was a success. A smashing one, at that. Everyone was panicking because none of the IT people were there, and no one could find the laptop. In the end, I still fear screaming madman faculty member -- with whom I did not have actual contact, where he screams at me, but merely the peripheral kind, where a secretary tells me that he was very angry about the situation, and that he told her to tell me to drive to Boss Man's house, get the single key to the control room, and allow s.m.f.m. into the room to search, which of course, will never happen. In short, I now feel much better about the botched job on Friday.
By the by, that job wasn't a total screw up on my part, I am happy to inform you. We used the wrong ghost disks, so it couldn't have worked. And apparently, no system is totally ruined unless there is smoke involved (coming out of the computer). It was re-nuked, and then paved, and then souped up. Apparently, computers do not respond to continual nuking by growing second keyboards, or by spontaneously morphing into males (fatherboard and everything), as do frogs. I am happy for them.
This afternoon, while waiting for an irate phone call that would put me in hot water with three important Comp faculty, I taught CB how to knit. She has three successful rows under her belt, and might practice some at home before we see each other again. In any case, it has been an eventful and truly wonderful day, and I look forward to a second night of truly wonderful, noneventful sleep tonight.
Everybody eat a slice of cake in celebration. We have been liberated from the inconsiderate presence of the jerks upstairs. Wah-Hoo!
END.
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