Tales of a supernova's daughter.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Technology, Schmecknology

My horoscope (I really should stop reading this crap, but there you have it) was spot-on this morning: "The general atmosphere in your career environment is less than pleasant." I don't need Madam Mystica Mysteria to tell me that as it was so freaking obvious the moment I walked past somebody's office on my way to mine... He was beating his laptop case with a wet umbrella, his face contorted into a rictus of sick despair. There was a single piece of soggy paper impaled on the spike of the umbrella, which I assume was the same list of Outlook reinstallation instructions I was greeted with.

I'm in complete, utter shock and discombobulation. The servers have crashed. There are somehow no files on anybody's computer, nor any connection to personal or public network drives. My "work" resides on a combination of laptop hard drives, shared drives, personal network drives, and Access databases. How am I supposed to do my work? I have NUFFINK. Well, nothing but e-mail. What about the classes I'm teaching on Monday, how will I work on my Power Point presentation?

What in HELL am I supposed to do today? Well, I could...

- Learn shorthand!
- Read more about superconductivity, the most badass property ever.
- Nap discreetly.
- Facebook. Not that I don't do that anyways.

Any suggestions?

2 comments:

Philihp Busby said...

Learn how to play Chess.

Shinseiko said...

who says I'm not already a master?