Plug it in. Plug it in.
My face practically froze off this morning. And you'd think after 31 years in Chicago, I'd actually have gloves with fingers.... nope! Everything outside is covered in a grimy layer of salt. This must be the grossest time of year.
I wandered in around 9ish again, and of course my first call of the day was a complete moron. This guy couldn't get connected to the Internet, and amazingly they established before they called me that it was just him and not the router or the modem. So I ask him to check the back of the machine to see if there are lights where the network cable is plugged in. He claimed to do so.
Then he couldn't even log onto the system. He claimed to be typing in the same password he always uses and he couldn't get in. I eventually talked him through logging in as the administrator and reseting the password. Once again after this I ask him to verify for me that there were in fact lights by where the network cable is plugged in since he really didn't give me a definite answer before.
Turns out when I asked him to look in the back of the "computer" he was looking on the back of the monitor. Then, even though I'd asked him if anything had been moved since yesterday and he said "no" it turned out that he was in fact moving some fish tank or something out of the office he was in and unplugged the big mass of cables behind the desk. Turns out, when he plugged them all back in he forgot to plug the network cable back in.
My genius is only glorified by the continuous drop in IQ of all the people working around me.
Today is going to be a big waste, for everyone and me. It's the countdown to my happy hour going away party. I have never seen so many people so intensely stoked about getting plastered out of their minds. Tomorrow will be one massive hangover. And Friday will be the ultimate blow off. So technically, my last official day of actual work was yesterday.
I wandered in around 9ish again, and of course my first call of the day was a complete moron. This guy couldn't get connected to the Internet, and amazingly they established before they called me that it was just him and not the router or the modem. So I ask him to check the back of the machine to see if there are lights where the network cable is plugged in. He claimed to do so.
Then he couldn't even log onto the system. He claimed to be typing in the same password he always uses and he couldn't get in. I eventually talked him through logging in as the administrator and reseting the password. Once again after this I ask him to verify for me that there were in fact lights by where the network cable is plugged in since he really didn't give me a definite answer before.
Turns out when I asked him to look in the back of the "computer" he was looking on the back of the monitor. Then, even though I'd asked him if anything had been moved since yesterday and he said "no" it turned out that he was in fact moving some fish tank or something out of the office he was in and unplugged the big mass of cables behind the desk. Turns out, when he plugged them all back in he forgot to plug the network cable back in.
My genius is only glorified by the continuous drop in IQ of all the people working around me.
Today is going to be a big waste, for everyone and me. It's the countdown to my happy hour going away party. I have never seen so many people so intensely stoked about getting plastered out of their minds. Tomorrow will be one massive hangover. And Friday will be the ultimate blow off. So technically, my last official day of actual work was yesterday.