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- BASTARD OPERATOR FROM HELL PROGLOUE #1
-
- I'm really bored. You know how bored you get when work's going on and on and
- on, and nothing interesting is happening, and you're listening to a radio that
- picks up ONE station on FM, and it's always the station with the least records
- in the city, about 5, and one of them is "You're so Vain" which wasn't too bad
- a song until you hear it about 3 times a day for a year, and EVERY time it
- plays, the announcer tells you it's about Warren Beaty and who he's currently
- poking, someone you'll never sniff the toe-jam of, let alone meet, leet alone
- get amourous with. And EVERY time someone mentions Warren Beaty, someone says
- that he used to go out with Madonna too, and have you seen "In Bed With.."
- AND THEN, someone ELSE will say "It wasn't really about Warren Beaty, it was
- James Taylor" and the first person will say "What, `In bed with Madonna'", and
- they laugh and everyone else laughs, and I pull out the Magnum from under the
- desk where I keep it in case someone laughs at a joke that's so dry it's got
- a built in water-fountain, and blow the lot of them away as a community
- Service. I figure that I'll get time off my sentence if I ever kill someone
- by accident who's got a life.
-
- So visitors are getting pretty thin at the moment, and the Quick-Lime Pits are
- filling up rapidly, and all I've got to do is the full backups and maybe I can
- go home.
-
- So, to relieve the boredom, I get some iron filings and pour them into the
- back of my Terminal until it fizzes out (Which doesn't take all that long,
- surprisingly enough), then call our maintenance contractors and log a fault
- on the device. Sometimes they'll send someone who knows what they're doing,
- but it's a lot more fun when they don't - which is about 98% of the time.
-
- So they maintenance guy comes in, and I can tell he's NEW because the photo
- on his ID actually LOOKS like him, not like the head engineer, whose photo is
- a black and white tin-type (he's that old).
-
- Maintenance Contractors always dress up nice, with a tie and everything because
- they believe that a customer will trust a nicely dressed guy.
-
- Because he's NEW and ALONE, he's what you call an appeasement engineer, the new
- guy they send so they respond within the 4 hour guaranteed response period.
- (Things are getting better and better) Your average appeasement engineer is
- about as clued-up on computers as the average computer "hacker" is about B.O,
- and their main job is to make sure the power plug is in and switched on, then
- call back to the office for "PARTS". The really keen ones will sometimes even
- take a cover off the equipment and pretend that they see this stuff all the
- time. I wonder what sort today's is...
-
- "You got a dud terminal?" he asks pleasantly
-
- I tell him yeah, and bring him into the control room.
-
- "Which one is it?" he asks, confused by the fact that only one of them is
- smoking.
- "It's the Model Three" I say, giving NOTHING away.
-
- "Ah, the old model three!" he says knowingly, without a clue what a model
- three is, or which one of the three terminals it is, which isn't surprising,
- as I just made it up.
- "We get a lot of model three problems" he says nodding "So what actually
- happened?"
-
- Sneaky, but not good enough. I'm not going to point it out to him.
-
- "It just went dead" I say, in luser mode.
-
- "I see. Could you just recreate what you were doing so I can check the unit
- out when it's ready for operation?"
-
- Very Sneaky. I decide to let him off the hook.
-
- "Look, I've got to go to the toilet, there it is over there" I say, pointing
- at our Waffle-Iron.
-
- "But that's a Wa..." He says, then stops. He's a beginner, and it's just
- possible that the company has a line of terminals that look like waffle irons.
- He bites.
-
- "Sorry" he says, smiling again "for a minute there I thought it was a model 2!"
-
- A reasonably good save, but it won't save him.
-
- I leave, which means he's got to take it to bits, otherwise he knows I won't
- believe he's worked on it. I give him a couple of minutes to get the element
- exposed then wander back in.
-
- "So how does it look?" I ask, concerned-like.
-
- "Well, I think we could have a processor problem.." he says concentrating on
- prying the element up.
-
- .concentrating so much that he doesn't notice me plugging the iron in.
-
- "Shouldn't you be wearing an earthing strap?" I ask innocently.
-
- When he thinks I can't see, he creeps his hand over to the wiring frame and
- says "Well, It's just as easy to hold onto earth like this"
-
- "But what about the risk of a cross-the-body shock with no resistor in series
- with you?" I ask ever-so-more-innocently
-
- "Oh, it's ok" he says "the unit's unplug..."
-
- >click< >BZZZZZZZEEERRT!< >clunk!<
-
- I ring the maintenance help-desk again...
-
- It's Rhonda
-
- "Hey Ronda!, Ah, I'm going to need another engineer and a new Waffle Iron over
- here; for some reason your engineer opened up my Waffle Iron without switching
- it off." I say
-
- Rhonda knows me. It's the third call and the third appeasement engineer.
- "You're a real prick" she says, annoyed
-
- "Tell ya what Rhonda, why don't you come and fix it; it's a model three..."
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