The dregs of I.T.

The moments pass by, and I can hear the SC going on and on about how he had a virus crash his machine a few years back in the other office (an office without a router, or any form of firewall, even when they had XP Pro but didn’t bother to turn it on). “LOOK! I don’t know what you were doing opening weird attachments, or downloading off weird websites, all I need is the router password,” I say standing up and cutting the SC off mid-sentence. “Tell you what, I’ll give The Boss’ Daughter (BD in short) another extra IP address we have around, then I’ll look into it later,” he says packing his crap up and heading towards the door, for a meeting or something like that. In just a few seconds, he’s gone. I’m still staring at the door. I walk over to the router and look at the ‘Reset’ button that’s just begging me to press it, but the problem is I don’t have a copy of the ISP DSL IP address and dial up settings (that’s all on the router, even the username and password, the router au...

Which OS are You? Makes you wonder huh?

It always starts out on a quiet Monday, when everything seems to be going well, there are no emails in your inbox (because you spent the weekend reading office email and replying to odd requests) and you’re about to get the first cup of tea when the boss’ daughter walks up to my table and says, “My computer has an IP conflict.” It takes me a few seconds to register that she’s actually said something that made sense for once, and not just some random buzzwords mixed in some regular daily babble like she usually does. “So, how do you know it’s an IP conflict again? Did you try pinging the office server and notice packets going missing? Was the network connection intermittent?” I ask her, still confused, since I haven’t had my morning tea. “Um no, the computer told me,” she replies, flashing me some teeth. Slowly it dawns on me that she must have XP Pro on her machine, and the network wiz bubble must have popped up and told her there was an IP conflict. Trying to act busy but being ...

The Kuala Lumpur City Center (KLCC) from the inside

My desk

Jell..err candles

"So, you're leaving then?" I ask over a mouth full of noodles. "Yes, my contract is almost up, and the office is pretty far from where I live anyway," says the drone. "Right, cant have that can we?" Later that day, I get my realpopup (www.realpopup.it) up and start a lively message conversation going with The Programmer. The Programmer : So she's leaving, what then? IT (me) : Um, well yeah she's been good to us, wana go out of our way and get her something? The Programmer : Ohh that sounds like it might involve money, and spending it, and my money mainly. IT Me : Err... well we could share, get her one of those thinggies? The Programmer : Riiiight.... those thinggies where you go out to the corner store and rummage over their broken glass bin? IT Me : Oh PLEASE! That was ONE birthday gift! I actually thought the shards of green and blue glass looked good on your desk! The Programmer : That they did, and under my desk too, all ...

Right, lets get this straight. This blog is COMPLEATLY a work of fiction. Nothing here (even if it seems like it) is based on stuff that actually happned. Now, since its a work of fiction, I get to hurt people and um.. be rude to them. Don't worry, its ok, its fiction :) Enjoy! PS: i can't spell