Last night, for the first time since my server build and new tape drive install a few weeks back, my email backup at work failed. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.
However, I had to login last night to do a little beer-soaked diagnosing and relaunch the job, which failed again in the middle of the night.
So this morning with coffee in my brain instead of Miller Lite, I logged in again and found the problem.
But in the course of resubmitting and repairing the job, an urge struck me. A call of nature if you will.
I was so close to being done with work that I didn’t want to put it off, but I also couldn’t wait too long to decide. Then it struck me. A stroke of pure genius.
I put my laptop under my arm not unlike my television hero and spiritual advisor Al Bundy and headed for the loo upstairs.
And before you throw up and log off, know that I’m dropping the deuce as I type this. I think I’ve found a way to really maximize my time here, and I may never leave. Instead of reading dated printed material whilst expelling my waste, I can stay wired to the worldwide interweb superhighway. I bet this is exactly how guys like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and Warren Buffett poop.
But just to be safe, how long was that woman on the can a couple of weeks ago before she was stuck to it? I don’t want to take any chances.
Well, gotta go. The kids have been dropped off at the pool and it’s time to get back to parenting.
Happy Saturday everybody!
What say you?