I asked Steve, the other desktop guy. He said “Do you?”.
Does it piss off your coworkers that you’re screwing around online and asking them all these weird questions when you should be working on the SAN outage (whatever that means)?
I asked Manny, the desktop guy who’s been vying for my job the last couple months if he was aware Steve, the other desktop guy has been following him home and watches him through his windows (I invoke my right to artistic license). Manny says he lives in a fifth-floor walk-up, and if Steve can see through his windows from the sidewalk he’s welcome to. Guys got no sense of humor at all.
My friend, a blonde, 5’6’’, 36DD cup model is moving up to East Mass for a while. She was going to stay with a friend, but he canceled on her - could anyone put her up for a couple of weeks? She says to warn you she has a habit of walking around nude.
Bwahahaha. It’s evil from a distance!
What color panties are you wearing?
I asked Paul, a really nerdy (not that there’s anything wrong with that)database admin. He said he hasn’t had to call in sick once since he’s been here.
I’m going to field this one myself (it’s my thread, after all).
I had a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, and a 1/2 litre of sour milk. I was on the phone with EMC for my SAN outage, and was trying to eat, talk, troubleshoot, and post at the same time. My company keeps milk in the fridge, I naturally assumed it was fresh. So as I was hurriedly wolfing down my PB&J, I chased it with the sour milk. I though “Urghh. That milk doesn’t taste right.” but drank it anyhow. After I finished it, I looked at the milk carton - Use By 12/01. Blechh.
I asked Larry, the facilities guy. He just looked at me, then changed the subject to an outstanding purchase request I’ve got.
Then he got distracted by something shiney and wandered off.
He is. I had to work late last night on a related-but-sort-of-different SAN issue last night, and he stayed until I was done. Just sat in his office across the hall from my office, surfing the web. Just sticking around so I’d know I wasn’t in it alone. :: Sniff :: I promised myseld I wouldn’t cry.
Seriously, though. Damned decent guy.
I asked Manny, that little weasel who’s after my job. He asked me if I wanted to hand off the SAN outage to him. “What?!? It’s fixed. You think I’m going to hand it off to you so you can take credit for my work?!?” Then I winked at him and walked away.
I asked, Paul, the super-literal, uber-nerd dba. He said he didn’t have a spare room. Sorry. Plus, he’d feel funny about having a stranger in the house, what with his kids and all. :smack:
I asked Linda, the director of HR. She’s not wearing any panties.
…Well, we won’t be seeing Winston for a while then… 
I was kind of hoping you’d ask Steve, but I guess I’ll have to settle for Linda.
Heh. Well, you called my bluff - I couldn’t bring myself to outright ask anyone the panty question, and I couldn’t think of a clever or inconspicuous way to work it into conversation, so you had to settle for the McGuffin.
So does that mean you’re going to ask Steve then?
Just kidding. Seriously, I wouldn’t expect anyone to ask a cow-orker that and risk being fired. I liked that you made Linda the HR director, though. Very clever!
Does Winston taste good like a cigarette should or as a cigarette should?
Are we going to have a meeting about the SAN outage?
Ok, for the most part, I was limited in my ability to really get out and ask a broad range of people. Due to the SAN outage, I spent most of the day in or around my office, venturing out only to get lunch fixins, cofee, and to the loo. Tomorrow should be quieter, so hopefully I can get a better cross-section of folks to respond.
So, sounds like a good Party man. His promotion should be on it’s way.
Seems like a good way to refer to a woman without panties.
What would you do if you had a million dollars?
Uh, and about those TPS reports… how are those coming?