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What started out as a victimless way to teach superuser peeps not to leave their computers unlocked, has finally gotten it’s first victim… It goes like this:

• Person A leaves cube/office
• Persons B, C, D (you get the picture) sneaks in and tests the computer
• Ah hah! It’s unlocked. Let’s send email to THE WORLD.
• Persons B, C, D rack their brains to come up with The Masterpeice to email THE WORLD.
• Giggles and snickers, they email The Masterpeice to THE WORLD.
• Giggles and snickers as THE WORLD begins to receive, read, and comment on The Masterpeice.
• Person A returns. Chagrinned but promising revenge.
• Several episodes happen as A goes after B, C, D. But eventually all dies down.

Usually, The Masterpeice is some pretty witty limerick about the person. All in good taste. But this time was different. After a long quiet spell, this little ditty arrived in our mailboxes:

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From: Person A
To: THE WORLD
Subject: I’m a Moron
I like big butts and I can not lie. You others brothers can’t deny. When a girl walks in with an ……………
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Imagine this going to your Senior Vice President and on down. This followed the next day:
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From: Person A
To: THE WORLD
Subject: Inappropriate email

Colleagues,
I want to apologize for an inappropriate email sent from my PC yesterday. While I was busy working with the Intel vendors, an associate(s) sent an offensive email from my machine. I was offended by their lack of taste and poor judgment as I am sure many of you were. I want to apologize to everyone for their unprofessional behavior and this event.

Thanks,
Person A
The email I am referring to contained part of a popular song that references a particular part of our anatomy.
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I’m pretty tolerant of the Boys and usually give as good as I get. My department is made up of about 60 peeps, 58 of which are men. Apparently, HR wasn’t as tolerant as me. Lets just say Persons B, C, D now have letters in their personnel files. I think life has become way too serious and intolerant. Sledge hammer to swat a fly…sigh…

Ciao

Man it’s been a hot summer. Nothing like ‘swamp weather’. Around here the humidity and temp almost match most of the times. The windows fog over on the outside when you run the air-conditioning. People run from one AC place to another. Rush-hours everyone has their AC on and windows up, leaving a trail of water drops at slow speeds.

On the flip-side, it sure does make eating chocolate enjoyable. Nothing like a semi-melted crackle bar to spark the day.

I like my company. They seem pretty relaxed for a big corporation. Kids just went by with a dog. Jake (the dog) is one of a long line of helper dogs in training that have worked here. They come and go about every 18 months. Most of them graduate to seeing-eye dog training which I’ve been told, is the top of the heap for helper dogs. Jake is an energetic but well behaved golden with soft ears. It’s cool to see him play. But when he is ‘at work’, he’s one serious dog.

Ciao

Keep putting off decisions. It’s like a game with us. We have to decide what kind of lights, moulding, paint, etc for the house. Each week we seem to duck the decision ’till the weekend’. Then the weekend comes and we seem to find other more interesting things to do (sleep, eat, watch mindless TV). Then when Monday rolls around and we think about the decisions we didn’t make, we once again think ‘next weekend’ and go on about our lives. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Everyone is back from vacation and the place no longer seems like a tomb. I’m kinda stuck. I liked the tomb. But on the other hand I do like the general buzz when people are here. Now I’m remembering all the stuff I was supposed to complete while they were out… Darnit! It never stops. I did come to realize that my boss will never ask me about the stuff I’ve completed. Only about the stuff I haven’t. A Homer moment there. Because OF COURSE, why would he ask me about the stuff that’s ALREADY DONE.

Read the Potter book. Need I say more. Add that to the list of why no decisions were made this weekend. Good book. Like the way the characters and the writing level match as she’s letting them get older.

Was at a party this weekend. SO and I have some very different groups of friends. Some of them are just related to various activities like the monthly poker gang or the pinball peeps. The gang this weekend was a combo of poker and pinball. A little geek-ish, nerd-ish. Made me feel out of the loop on the geek toys, computer stuff. In high school, I was the kid that floated between all the groups. The bad-boys, the mechs, the brainiacs, the artists, the musicians, all liked me. I’d bounced off the cool kids. I was the “nice girl”.. The one that you wrote in the yearbook “To a nice girl, it’s been a great year”. I think I was good listener for anyone. You’re happy, I’m happy. You’re angry, I’m angry. You’re enemies are my enemies. You get the picture.

The older I get the less patience I have for the who-are-you and what-do-you-do questions. Next time I’ll make things up. One person in particular wanted to know what my association was with the host and hostess. I was a little lost coming up with an explanation. (Didn’t know I needed one.) But I was good and just pointed to my SO, muttered something about him playing pinball with them, and excused myself to find another beverage.

Ciao

A few days later. Sounds like a bad novel, an old cliche. Like ‘meanwhile back at the ranch’ or ‘happily ever after’. Yup…

Well the house inventory of computers has grown by 1. Ordered SO a cool new laptop. Now trying to find a case to fit the darn thing. He wants something pretty sedate. Need I say more?

Work has been pretty stressful. But I find I’ve become a person that needs deadlines and drama to be at my best. When my job slows down, I go to a bad paranoid place. It’s weird. I had a project just die on me. Big politics. Lots of shouting by the hierarchy. Drama everywhere. Nothing that was attributable to me, but still lots of free-floating stress to go around. When I got home, I was so tired. Now I’m chuckling cause of how much I had myself worked up about it.

It’s like with the house. I am way worried about what can happen. I feel like someone’s hyper mother with all the ‘what could happens’ that stopped you from doing just about anything but sit on the couch in bubble wrap for the summer. But then things just take care of themselves. The bank goofed up and wanted to call in our construction loan early. So when my SO went to complain, they just extended it for 6 months without any penalties. I wonder what SO said?

Enough with the ramblings. Back to work.

Ciao

They say that stress makes for bad times body-wise. I’m beginning to wonder about that. I can’t loose weight. But then again eating is the one joy I have. Hmmm… I can hear everyone now. “You should not reward yourself with food.” Yeah sure. Booger off! The crunch is where it’s at! But I so do creak when I first get up. Time to do something… sigh as if that won’t add more stress. 😉

July 4th was fun. Fireworks on the water. Kids screaming and piling all over you during a game of keep-away. Lots of food. Lots of 40-somethings pretending they were 20-somethings. Tylenol all around. Interesting chats. Tipsy times. Boating maneuvers.

Why do thunderstorms freak out dogs? Booming fireworks too.

Ciao