Midnight,
Not a sound in the office,
Except me here in IT,
I am working alone,
It's the third time this week our stupid server's gone down,
And our data is all gone.

Memory,
I said we need more memory,
That was back in the old days,
When we purchased this trash,
They laughed when I told them soon we'd need an upgrade,
That was right before it crashed.

Every PC frozen solid,
Our e-mail going no where,
Folks are sadly
All clicking madly
But that dumb hourglass just sits there.

I'm a wreck,
Why'd I get into high tech?
Mom said it's a good field,
There are jobs by the ton,
But tomorrow I plan to quit and do social work.
Wait!
The server has begun!
(No, it's gone off again.)


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