benson hedges's Journal: nothing in the world is happening while I'm around.

This is alltogether boring.

Working at an office, being the "guy who fixes the computers" (This is not my actual job description, but everyone calls me that way), surrounded by windows idiots who are not even clever enough to play solitaire on their own, I have to stick very closely to our shiny linux server (my baby. touch it and die) to survive. Of course, most of the server load is created by my playing quake 3, but nobody needs to know that, as far as I get paid.

a nice example of human primitivity visited me today in form of our secretary, who claimed that "the internet is broken". Specifically, she was unable to send or recieve emails. I was kind of fascinated, considering I used her mail account hours ago to send rather insulting mails to my ex-girlfriend.

Checking the system, I discovered there was a single mail in the outbox that blocked everything.

She tried to mail a 49 MB BMP image via an ISDN connection.

I sighed, said nothing, sampled the file down to a 150kb jpeg, sent it, and told her she broke the internet, but I fixed it. Later, I forged together a mail from "[e-mail]", stating that she today blocked the whole internet traffic in the city for over half an hour, and will be fined 50.000 for that. It took her hours to realize it was fake. I quite enjoyed that.