Jack-66

[ehowton]

Arriving at work early after staying up too late, and with my first cup of coffee still in my hand, I am squinting at the Cisco switch in the network closet believing either of the above statements must be affecting me, as I cannot find the other end of the new quad which was run last night, jack-66.

I rub my eyes and step back, then back in.

64A - 64B - 65A - 65B - 67A - 67B - 68A....wtf?

Perhaps it's me? I double check the jack number under the desk. "66A/66B" Fsck.



So I bring up corporate webmail since I'm using my login on the server room computer, hit my "Sent Items" and bring up a *.pdf file which has the vendor's number on it from a scanned copy of a bill I sent off a couple of days ago. "Brilliant." I'm thinking. Hmmmm:

"You cannot view this file without first downloading it to your computer."

That's pretty gay dude.

So I do something even more gay! I create the network folder "My Trash" under "My Documents" since I was not allowed to save this file directly to the Recycle Bin to open it.

Well, it's taken me six years, but my son now returns my 'Good morning.' with the same. Only that non-posting bastard danzigfried (...danzigfried, young and sweet, only 23...) knows how important that exchange is with me.

Wife has instructed me to pick up a case of Pilzner Urquell and a bottle of Presidente Mexican brandy in preparation for this weekend. w00t!

Jack-66 Forever!




(3:39:19 PM) ProfessorTom: I have inspiration
(3:39:29 PM) ProfessorTom: I feel like I could get any girl that I want right now
(3:39:29 PM) EricHowton: Inspiration even!
(3:39:32 PM) EricHowton: Fantastic.
(3:39:36 PM) ProfessorTom: call me Mr. Durden
(3:39:45 PM) EricHowton: I don't think so
(3:39:56 PM) ProfessorTom: Have you ever seen Fight Club?
(3:39:58 PM) EricHowton: Yes.
(3:40:29 PM) EricHowton: You want to elaborate any or not?
(3:40:49 PM) ProfessorTom: the first rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club!
(3:41:29 PM) EricHowton: You're going to lead a lonely life and die alone dude. I can see it now.
(3:41:58 PM) ProfessorTom: why do you say that?
(3:43:22 PM) ProfessorTom: hmmm?
(3:44:46 PM) EricHowton: Because you're bursting with FANTASTIC LIFE-CHANGING NEWS and when asked about it, you clam up quoting that a MOVIE told you not to tell.
(3:44:49 PM) EricHowton: That's just weird.
(3:44:59 PM) EricHowton: You're freaking me out, man.
(3:45:26 PM) ProfessorTom: oh really?
(3:45:29 PM) ProfessorTom: uh...
(3:49:50 PM) EricHowton: *sigh*

Comments

my blog link

[(Anonymous)]

Hey it's Katy from TSS, here is my blog link:

http://blogs.starwars.com/Soresu_Master

Re: my blog link

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I need to read-up on all your past entries. Good meeting you today!

Re: my blog link

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

fresh meat!

[danzigfried.livejournal.com]

I find it strange how people in general, especially those in the IT field have totally dismissed the importance of a solid and firm 'Good Morning'...
My absolute favorite example of this is from my experience of working with Mr. Howton at HAirbrush...let me impart the tale to you...

An ordinary man of engineering education walks in and quickly pads over to Guantanamo-the-Great's (GtG) desk and says..."My such-and-such is not working, can you fix it?" To which GtG responds politely, with a whimsical tone: "Good Morning". Unfazed, the book-smart man continues on with his ramblings..."I tried extracting the tarball, I even tried to re-enter the such-and-such on my U60"....patiently GTG looks the unsavory character of 'educated prowess' directly in the eyes and responds with a firm, yet loving: "Good Morning". Still, the dim-witted plebe is undaunted in his pursuit of resolution to his problem and continues with his plea: "I don't understand what the problem is, are we having a licensing issue, did the power go out, did the Brits do this to us? My God, man, help me!"....to which GTG again says: "Good Morning".
At this point the hapless fool of unqualified earnings stops, freezes for a split-second, and experiencing an ephiphany, looks down at GtG and says: "Good Morning".
Instantly GtG springs into action, his fingers a blur of motion and poetry, extracting this, piping that, moving files amongst the system with such precision as to make lesser men weep uncontrollably in unworthiness, all the while humming a light-hearted tune from 'Miss Saigon'. At last, his fingers come to a rest, nary a micron of sweat upon his salty brow, cup of steaming Lapsung Suchang still firmly seated in his right hand, he looks up with a Cheshire grin and exclaims: "Your caps-lock key was on. You may now return to your desk and work in peace."

Poetry in motion.....poetry in motion...

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

*single-tear*

That was undeserved. But truly sir, you are an artist of the highest caliber.

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

wow Dan! that was an amazing read. Thanx for sharing.

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

He's got the gift, man. He should blog more.

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

no shit. I told him as much in one of my recent posts if you remember.

[drax0r.livejournal.com]

(3:44:59 PM) EricHowton: You're freaking me out, man.

Aah, how many times have I heard that?

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

...and how many times have you, yourself said it?