It was ten minutes til quittin' time and my phone rings. Someone upstairs hates me. After trying to beat the software to within an inch of its life, I realize I will I have to dig it out manually with a butter knife. This is going to take forever. Wonder if a phone malfunction will go unnoticed? I look up, I am the only one on the phones and there is just one manager, So much for that idea. It would be like two guys in an elevator. One farts and everybody knows who did it.
2AM and I can't get one of my tools to work so I can't find the list of shit I need to remove from the registry, I look around, the place is empty and I swear to God I can hear crickets chirping. I give my head a shake, "You're losing it."
Finally finish ripping the software out of the computer with my bare hands at 3AM. Thank Fuck, I can get the hell out of here.
Again I hear the crickets chirping. Shouldn't there be some kind of haunting closing music as I fade to black? Who's delusion is this anyway? I say good night to the last manager standing.
ME: "Can you hear that?"
LAST MANAGER STANDING: Without looking up. "The chirping?"
Ya, guess I am not crazy after all, just in the middle of a bad movie.
3 comments:
Hi neighbour!
Your job is seriously entertaining. Just imagine if there were no stupid people left...you'd be out of a job for sure :-)
Michelle
Yes, Crayons = job security.
well, that's a positive way to look at things. i think.
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