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Wednesday, 18 January 2006
My own personal sitcom
Cup of Rum

This morning, my cellphone rang. It displayed the number of one of our techs. I'll call him "Elvis" to protect his identity.

Me: Hello? ... Hello. ... Elvis? ... Elvis, hello. ... Elvis!

Elvis: Hello, Jeff?

Me: Yes.

Elvis: What?

Me: You tell me, dude; you called me.

Elvis: Oh yeah.

He then proceeded to tell me about his attempts to diagnose a bad hard drive in a RAID array, including his call to Dell tech support.

Elvis: ...so he said we need to keep up to date on our BIOS patches.

Me: No. We don't update BIOS patches unless they've been thoroughly tested and approved by both the State and our QA people.

Elvis: Uh-oh.

Me: What do you mean, "Uh-oh"?

Elvis: Nothing.

Me: Did you update the BIOS?

Elvis: Uh, no.

Me: Well, you said, "Uh-oh."

Elvis: Yeah, that was about something else. I gotta go.

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Comments
Elvis apparently doesn't know how baby Jesus feels about lies.
Posted by Ginevra on 18 Jan 2006 09:07
That's not whoopsie-daisy; that's murder!
Posted by The Lunchbox on 18 Jan 2006 20:43