Well. I did it. I asked Steve what color panties he’s wearing. We were in my boss’s office a minute ago, and he was complaining about a project I gave him. Yes. That’s right. I saw my opportunity, and I took it.
Steve …Complaing in general about the project and how he’s already got too much on his plate blah blah blah
Winston: So, Steve what color panties are you wearing today?
Steve: rendered speechless.
Bobby (our boss): Laughing “Heh, yeah Steve. We’re all busy. Stop complaining.”
SCORE! 
Is Alex single?
Not that I have a shot or anything… :smack:
I asked Tom the thuggish manager I mentioned earlier. He actually smokes Winston Lights.
I asked Jay, my boss’s boss, if we’re going to have a meeting about the SAN outage. He asked me if my lunch-time meeting with EMC was still on (it is), and told me to just send an email to update status and anything that might still be outstanding.
:: titter ::
I asked Steve what he’d do if he had a million dollars (just to see if he’s still speaking to me). He said he’d “…quit workin’ at this f’in place, that’s for sure.”
What a block-head.
Yeah. I got the memo. I just forgot. But, it’s fixed now, so it’s not even a problem, ok?
Am I going to get the SAN before the system freeze? I mean, the guys at the data center told me they could get everything installed if you could get the SAN to them before the 15th, and you’ve been promising me this stuff for WEEKS. I’ll get you a business justification, I’ll get you signoff from Bigcheese, I’ll get permission from that other no-good department to steal theirs, hell, I’ll get you a peanut butter cheesecake, but for the love of god, get me that SAN please, because I’ve got three DBAs waiting to do their thing, not the least of which is installing Veritas because, for some reason, we don’t have any of the installation files here locally so they have to install it from the UK servers, and they’re telling me it’s gonna take 3 days.
Speaking of which, could you ask the SA to tell me how he needs this crap broken up, because if the DBA calls me one more time for the file structure, I’m going to scream.
(Seriously, I was having this exact conversation exactly a year ago)
Would you do Winston Smith?
Yeah she is. She’s really cute, too. I don’t even think the language thing would be an issue. But she’s too young for you, so forget it.
Good times! Your story has just made my getting out of bed this morning worthwhile. Well done!
Is there a C++ programmer named Josh at your company? If there is, ask him how many numbers he can get from 5.
Heh. We’re getting new SAN next year, so I’ve got to keep this one limping along till next summer. In the mean-time, I’ve got ZERO SAN experience coming into this, and my training thus far amounts to 90 minutes with a consultant in a group training exercise. So, a week from tomorrow, I’m leading a major code update on the SAN that will impact everything - including email. :rolleyes:
What character from Dilbert is **Winston Smith ** most like?
Could God microwave a burrito so hot that even he himself couldn’t eat it?
How many armpit hairs do you have?
Would you lend Winston Smith your place for a few hours next Thursday night? And is it a problem if he brings a, ahem, friend? And do you have a problem with your bed being used? What about if (we) clean up afterward?
Josh? There might be. I don’t know. The lady that works in the cafeteria says “five.”
Bobby (my boss), “doesn’t know the characters.” Anne, the Senior Vice President of Finance, “doesn’t know me well enough to say.”
For the record, it would be Dogbert.
Can any of you post to the board and verify that Winston hasn’t found a way around the sock puppet rule at The Straight Dope. Make him buy you a membership for Christmas.
I asked [iJack Dean Tyler*, our mail room intern. He said “Christmas is nothing but a Zionist plot to perpetuate the malicious disfigurement of male genitalia…” or something like that. I got distracted by something shiny and wandered off.
I asked Jack Dean Tyler, our mail room intern. He said “Christmas is nothing but a Zionist plot to perpetuate the malicious disfigurement of male genitalia…” or something like that. I got distracted by something shiny and wandered off.