Boardom at work on xmas eve
T'was the day before Christmas and all through Sykes,
not a phone was bing binging, not even the mic's
the tech's in their cubes, with mic's on their heads,
and visions of SEO's dancing in their heads
Kendall in her kerchief, and Romaine in his cap,
were just settling down to do a joint QAP.
When out in the parking lot, there arose such a clatter,
we sprang from our cubicles to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door we flew like a flash,
And there was Dave Wilhelm handing out cash.
With everyone slipping on the new-fallen snow,
And Phil digging cars out with a rented back-hoe,
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But all of KCC, in rented snow gear.
With a speedy little leader, all covered in mud,
We knew in a moment, it must be Jenn Rudd.
Much slower than turtles, our helpdesk they came,
And Dave whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Jennifer! Now Eduardo! Now, Debbie and Michael!
On Rhonda! On Zack! On Scott and Nicole!"
To the top of the hill, and enter the queue,
And help all the agents, as you were trained to!!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the hilltop the helpdesk they flew,
And into the building, with Darrin Rutledge too!
And then in the server room we heard with a poof!
All of the network servers went through the roof!!
AS we all started yelling the servers went down,
Through the back doors, Tucker came with a bound!!
He was covered in ethernet cables from his head to his feet,
He said "I have to get to work or I am dead meet."
A bundle of phones he had on his back,
And he looked like the strain would give him a heart attack!
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on his head was white with the snow;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Wishing that he had some peanut butter and jelly!
He was friendly, but sarcastic, but down on his wealth,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know, the phones would soon be dead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And pulled all the plugs, then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
He let out a fart, and cleared all the rows!
He sprang to his sled, to management gave a call,
And away they went to lunch, one and all.
But we heard them exclaim, as they slid out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to Adobe, and to the rest, just good night!"
*Remake of 'T'was the Night Before Christmas, done by Jeff Foster, Zaaron Winn, and Tim (Harold) Clark!*
Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!
not a phone was bing binging, not even the mic's
the tech's in their cubes, with mic's on their heads,
and visions of SEO's dancing in their heads
Kendall in her kerchief, and Romaine in his cap,
were just settling down to do a joint QAP.
When out in the parking lot, there arose such a clatter,
we sprang from our cubicles to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door we flew like a flash,
And there was Dave Wilhelm handing out cash.
With everyone slipping on the new-fallen snow,
And Phil digging cars out with a rented back-hoe,
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But all of KCC, in rented snow gear.
With a speedy little leader, all covered in mud,
We knew in a moment, it must be Jenn Rudd.
Much slower than turtles, our helpdesk they came,
And Dave whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Jennifer! Now Eduardo! Now, Debbie and Michael!
On Rhonda! On Zack! On Scott and Nicole!"
To the top of the hill, and enter the queue,
And help all the agents, as you were trained to!!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the hilltop the helpdesk they flew,
And into the building, with Darrin Rutledge too!
And then in the server room we heard with a poof!
All of the network servers went through the roof!!
AS we all started yelling the servers went down,
Through the back doors, Tucker came with a bound!!
He was covered in ethernet cables from his head to his feet,
He said "I have to get to work or I am dead meet."
A bundle of phones he had on his back,
And he looked like the strain would give him a heart attack!
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on his head was white with the snow;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Wishing that he had some peanut butter and jelly!
He was friendly, but sarcastic, but down on his wealth,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know, the phones would soon be dead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And pulled all the plugs, then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
He let out a fart, and cleared all the rows!
He sprang to his sled, to management gave a call,
And away they went to lunch, one and all.
But we heard them exclaim, as they slid out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to Adobe, and to the rest, just good night!"
*Remake of 'T'was the Night Before Christmas, done by Jeff Foster, Zaaron Winn, and Tim (Harold) Clark!*
Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!