Wednesday, December 19, 2007

You Can't Always Get What You Want 

My mince pie arrives!!!

Company X isn't having a Christmas do this year, but instead we've each been given a mince pie.
They were sent in the post – a nice personal touch - in green jiffy bags with an accompanying card signed by Charlotte, Bill Surname's loyal PA.
Bill Surname wishes you good luck for the festive period. Don't forget to come back on the 27th, Charlotte.”
I'm a contrary sort of fellow so brought mine into the office with me. I decree today take a pie back to work day.

The datacentre is blank, windowless, free from Christmas cheer in all its varied manifestations. Not a soul stirs and neither do many of the servers, which is a worry.
I was hoping for a winding down kind of week, but you can't always get what you want.
Hours drip slowly by under glaring fluorescent lights. You'd never know whether it was day or night as you wait for filesystems to go fsck themselves, find their feet, put themselves back in the frame.

Outside the cold takes your breath away. Everyone has gone home. Only Geraldine the Company X goat remains in her pen, blinking at you accusingly. What? What are you staring at, Goat Eyes?
You treat yourself to a coffee style drink from the wonky vending machine, skim over a newspaper you wouldn't normally read and eat the bashed about mince pie – a little dry you feel, but well seasoned - before making your way back to the server room.
Sometimes it feels like your loyalty is a given. Crumbs all over your cardigan.

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