The Wrath
Sometimes, my mind tweaks a little bit about my job. I mean, I have been here for seven months, but still some things feel new to me. For example, I know the name of the networks guy. Screw that. I eat lunch with the networks guy. I’ve had beers with the networks guy. I’ve met the networks guy’s wife. At my last job, there was a whole networks department, and they were the devil. Here, we got the one guy, and he’s just another one of the pretty cool guys I work with.
Of course, that means when something goes wrong with the network, everyone looks straight at him. No paperwork or department head for him to hide behind!
The network has been screwy today. The first time it went down it was because a contractor kicked the power cable out for the switch. Silliness. It was just out again, if only for a minute, and what did I do? Not mutter under my breath. Not bad mouth the crappy people in the “other” building. Not have a whine-fest with my cube-neighbors.
I just pulled out my best Kirk impression, and yelled his name out. Okay, yelled might be a strong word. I wasn’t really that loud – I muted the tone. But at any rate, me and my really rather awful James T. impression (does anyone have a good one, really… even Shatner’s is pretty weak… heh…) quietly “yelled” his name. And a couple of nearby cube-neighbors snickered.
It helps that his name rhymes with Khan.