Mayday! Mayday! We've Lost Power in the Mothership!
So, the power in the computer room is back up, we now have Internet access, but our servers that house our clients databases are still down. Since there was really nothing we could do about the situation (other than field calls from angry clients), co-worker K. and I decided to go to lunch.
There was something wrong with the elevators -- I don't know if the problem was due to the power outage (which apparently only affected our computer room) -- but one of the elevators was stuck on our floor, with the door open and the other 2 elevators didn't seem to be working at all, so K. and I decided to play it safe and use the stairs (we're only on the 4th floor).
As we entered the lobby, three of our programming staff were congregated in front of the dead elevator bank. K. remarks, in all earnest, "There's our brain trust, trying to figure out what to do about the servers." I wryly replied, "Yeah, the same brain trust that's been standing in front of the dead elevators for 10 minutes, wondering why it's taking so long. We're so fucked." It was a perfect Dilbert moment. Sometimes, I can be funny.
While lunching at Whole Foods, we ran into two other colleagues and of course, I had to share the details of the Dilbert moment, which gave them a good chuckle. Co-worker H. then reminded me of an interview she, myself and co-worker T. were conducting last week. T. was talking about our casual dress code but mentioned that sweat pants were not acceptable and that he was repimanded for wearing sweatpants, even though they were "dress" sweatpants, "because they had pockets." To which I replied, "Wow. That was a Homer Simpson thing to say." Dress Sweatpants, wtf?