Recently someone called me from one of the "Out on the Floor Offices," an ethereal place rumored to exist only in hyperspace, populated by mysterious beings called Users.
She was quite frantic. She was having trouble running a program through the computer, and her message was clear enough, although rather ill-conceived: "MY FILES ARE FULL!"
I furrowed my brow, lit a smoke, and explained to her, "Really now, Miss Butterman, I don't have time for this." I slowly exhaled the menthol vapors as I stopped her process, crushing any hopes she may have had of ever again seeing that document she had spent three hours slaving over.
"I was typing this REALLY important letter, and it HAS to be ready in an hour... there's all this stuff on my screen that I didn't type... it says something about an error, should I read it to you?"
"No point. Just press return."
"Oh my, it wants my username. Can I restart that where I left off?"
"Not a chance." I drew another puff and tossed the phone aside. It occurred to
me that if I had to hear one more of those whining complaint sessions, heads
were going to roll. Where do you people GET this stuff? I'm going to tell you
what's really going on here. Now LISTEN UP. I'm not going over this a second
time:
Computer
The black box that does your work for you. That's all you need to know.
Response Time
Usually measured in nanoseconds; sometimes measured in calendar months. The
general rule is: Shut up your complaining about response time.
Hardware
See "Computer." Again, not your concern.
Software
If we want you to know, we'll tell you about it, otherwise, leave us alone.
Network
Don't worry about it, we'll take care of it. Use it to send mail among your
half-wit selves, and don't think we won't read it all. What do you think we do
all day? By the way, Butterman... shame about your mother's pancreas.
Data
The general rule is: Don't use any data files and if you find any, delete them
before I find out about them. In fact, just stay off the computer. (See
"Response Time")
System Crash
Don't ever call the system manager to tell him you think the computer is down.
Don't call him to ask him when it will be up again. The more you bother him,
the longer it takes.
Downtime
Like I said, don't ask.
Uptime
Be thankful for it, use it wisely, and get out of my face.
Overtime
Don't be ridiculous.
Vacation
A time during which I don't have to put up with your sniveling. Don't try
calling. There's no point.
Computer Room
Keep out, you're not invited. Don't knock on the door--don't even think about
it. I broke the phone last time one of you jerks called me, and I'm not about
to replace it. And keep your greasy fingers off the windows.
My Office
The name says it all... it's mine; stay out.
Your Problems
The name says it all...
Deadlines
The general rule is: Deadlines are not acknowledged by me; they're not my
responsibility. Go tell someone who cares.
Maintenance
Of course, I reserve the right to add, change, or remove anything from the above list. I'm not asking you to accept these matters without question, I'm telling you.
Now that we all know where we stand, I'm sure there'll be no future problems. If you have any questions or comments please feel free to keep them to yourself. If you feel the need for more information, I highly recommend that you ask someone else.
Sincerely,
The System Manager
P.S. The new disk quota of 30 blocks per user became effective yesterday. Anyone caught exceeding the quota will lose their accounts (this means you, Butterman!).