A Lighter Side
I know posts have been a bit thin on the ground recently. Truth is, I\’ve been horrendously busy. Actually, it\’s more like I haven\’t had anything interesting to say, but it is what it is…
One of the things that keep us going in the Dark Days Before Delivery is having a laugh with your co-workers (sometimes at their expense when they drop a clanger), and remembering the good times. Years ago, there were many industry publications like Computer Weekly and Network Week that would land on your desk with a heavy thump once a week. Computer Weekly was by far the heaviest for these, comprising mostly sponsored puffs for new tech, reviews, editorials, and the BIGGEST job section you\’ve ever seen. Back in the day, these tomes were required reading while on the HelpDesk waiting for the fun to start. I guess the internet meant that the writing was on the wall for these publications in print form, but I recall many a chortle reading \’BackBytes\’ and \’the BOFH\’. (Note to those too young to remember them. I suggest a quick search… especially for BOFH…)
To cut to the chase, here\’s a helpdesk song that still makes me smile.
Back soon with more appropriate content…
The HelpDesk Anthem, by A.J Axline, sung to the tune of HELP ! (with apologies to Lennon / McCartney)
HELP ! My system\’s frozen !
HELP ! All my apps are closin\’ !
HELP ! You know my screen is blue !
H-E-E-E-L-P !
When I was younger and quite desperate for pay,
I worked the help desk for eight hours every day.
End users called me up to tell me what was wrong,
And now I find,
it fried my mind,
I worked \”the desk\” too long.
\”Help me if you can, my system\’s down!
And a reboot didn\’t bring it back \’round!
Should it make that awful grinding sound?
Help desk pleeeeeease,
please help me!\”
And now my work has changed in oh so many ways,
I wrangle data; I\’m an MCDBA.
But now and then the help desk sneaks into my dreams,
I\’m taking calls,
I\’m up the walls,
I wake up with a scream.
\”Help me if you can my system\’s down!
I read virus-laden e-mails by the pound!
All my data\’s one big steaming mound!
Help desk PLEEEEASE,
PLEASE HELP ME!\”
When I was younger and quite desperate for pay,
I worked the help desk for eight hours every day.
But now I wish that I could travel back in time,
I wouldn\’t cry,
if only I
could leave that desk behind.
\”Help me if you can my system\’s down!
Spilled my coffee, now my hard drive\’s full of grounds!
Lost my pictures filled with women bound!
HELP DESK PLEEEEEEASE,
PLEASE HELP ME!
HELP ME! HELP MEEE! Oooooooo….\”
The Modern Dataist 