How are you feeling today?

[TG]

Well?

Most of us came here via forums where everyone was supposed to moan and whinge all the time but I cant help noticing that most of you are happy little souls.

So, are you upbeat today? Feeling good in body and spirit? Or are you on a downward spiral to misery and despondency?

[Barman]

 

[Bar Wench]

Downward spiral. My mother is coming to visit next week and the house is a tip. So instead of the leisurely weekend speeding around in Brum Brum that had been planned I am having to spend it tied to a mop and bucket. Still not feeling 100% well either.

[Darwins Selection]

Well?

Most of us came here via forums where everyone was supposed to moan and whinge all the time but I cant help noticing that most of you are happy little souls.

So, are you upbeat today? Feeling good in body and spirit? Or are you on a downward spiral to misery and despondency?

Always happy here. No point in being gloomy I say.

The wonders of modern medicine.

[Nick]

I am sort of surviving against all the odds: Mrs Nick "working from home" (no work done yet)_ Boy related errands, tennis later. Oh and The Boy has taken up the effing SAXOPHONE . So normal really.

[Darwins Selection]

I am sort of surviving against all the odds: Mrs Nick "working from home" (no work done yet)_ Boy related errands, tennis later. Oh and The Boy has taken up the effing SAXOPHONE . So normal really.

Trust me, kids learning the Trombone are worse.

[tel]

I am sort of surviving against all the odds: Mrs Nick "working from home" (no work done yet)_ Boy related errands, tennis later. Oh and The Boy has taken up the effing SAXOPHONE . So normal really.

Trust me, kids learning the Trombone are worse.

DRUMS, you gotta have drums!

[GROWLER]

Shite, otherwise fanbloodytastic.

[Bar Wench]

I am sort of surviving against all the odds: Mrs Nick "working from home" (no work done yet)_ Boy related errands, tennis later. Oh and The Boy has taken up the effing SAXOPHONE . So normal really.

Trust me, kids learning the Trombone are worse.

DRUMS, you gotta have drums!

Here come the drums, here come the drums! 

[The Moan Ranger]

Initially, I was what could be called "perky" (no "pinky" jokes here, please) as I only had 3 pints yesterday lunchtime and thus didn't wake up in a post Young's fug from the excesses of the normal evening.

However, not long after getting to the office (prior to 8AM - as rare as Halley's Comet) I noticed that the Outlook server that all 330 of my graceless users would be trying to access in 45 mins was down. Now, you can insult most of my users' mothers to their face and it will normally have no effect.

But NO OUTLOOK - I may as well have told them that they were going to be executed by bullet to the back of the head in the next ten minutes. And I would charge their relatives for the bullet.

Next steps:-

1. Get someone at H.O. (preferably sensible) to get onto the problem ASAP - luck was on my side.
2. Tell everyone - my first port of call in the building was Personnel - "OK - We'll send an e-mail to the business telling them..." Erm...
3. Personnel "Oh yeah. Teeheeteeheee! Aren't we stupid". How I kept my gob shut was beyond me.
4. Personnel "O.K. We'll type a note up and get the print room to photocopy is 330 times and do a desk-drop".
5. Me "I can walk round the building in 15 minutes flat telling those with a brain that it's screwed. They will understand. They will pass it on to their processing amoeabas.
6. Personnel "What's a Me Burr?"

Interlude....<<The English language is an expansive and beautiful thing, but it cannot do justice to the sound of a hole punch cracking someone on the cranium>>

7. Walk round the rest of the building, telling those with some sort of cerebal function the score. Faith in human kind restord, to an extent...
8. 10.07. Outlook server comes back - another 20 minutes whilst all unsent/not received e-mails get chucked through.
9. 10.30 Personnel send an e-mail to all 330 users telling them that Outlook is working...
10. 10.31  TMR explodes. Mrs TMR escorts me out of the office whilst rolling me a fag. Even though she has stopped.

11. 12.45 Lunch. A few beers. A couple of fags.

Everything is now rosy  

[Bar Wench]

You work with Mrs TMR?!?! 

[tel]

You work with Mrs TMR?!?! 

Wouldn't you if they rolled your fags for you?

[Darwins Selection]

You work with Mrs TMR?!?! 

Wouldn't you if they rolled your fags for you?

Is this a trick question?

[The Moan Ranger]

You work with Mrs TMR?!?! 

Oh yes - she sits about 20 feet in front of me. We gave lovingly into each others eyes for about two hours a day. Before the elastic band war starts.

She is the Manager of the Finance Dept. and I am the IT bod - she therefore thinks that all HER IT related issues MUST be resolved NOW, as opposed to the agreed procedure of logging a fault. It's quite funny really...

We are known as "Posh and Decks" in some circles within the company...

[TG]

I am reasonably content cos i finished Halo 3 and the Xbox360 only died once. Admittedly I had the difficulty level set to 'retard' but for a middle aged bloke with the hand/eye coordination of an ostrich with advanced CJD that wasn't so bad.

I am now starting a game called 'Bioshock' which I got for a bargain from Amazon. So tonight I shall become plastered whilst blowing zombies heads off.

Mrs TG's son is visiting for the weekend so that will keep her occupied!