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09/05
Here we are again, another soulless Thursday in the middle of September. I don’t even know what the exact date is but one thing is for sure; it’s not cocktails and nibbles weather, not even close. I found the whisky glass at the bottom of the sink still scented with Wild Turkey from poker last night and after a quick rinse and the unscrewing of a lid, I’m sitting here sipping on some Pernod, with plenty ice of course, and contemplating what to do with the day. The clock says 10:03pm but I’m not sure, it’s been dark outside for about 5 hours now and that doesn’t add up at all. I’m thinking about going for a cigarette, but not yet, if I don’t get something down we’ll never wake up from this nightmare. The only way to escape a Thursday is to ride the wave right on through until Friday, not sleeping until you can be sure, damn sure, that you’ve put it behind you. Nothing worse than waking up expecting a Friday and being disappointed. Except maybe running out of ice… or cigarettes.
But anyway, to the point. Yes, I recently acquired more power, or more specifically; I didn’t gain any more power than I had, but it became more concentrated. In short, I was now the only person with continuous 24-hour-a-day admin access to wideasleep.net. Normally I would have grabbed a bottle of whisky, a packet of Doritos and strapped in for the long haul, but no, not this time. I slow-played this power, planning what to do with it, knowing any action couldn’t be undone with much haste. I might get 24 hours or even 48 out of any dastardly scheme I unleashed, and that is more than enough for shock value. In the end I made a few administrative changes, helped a couple of users, drank a lot of Pepsi and gave up. Convinced I didn’t have access to the nucleus of the network, it dawned on me that this whole adventure wasn’t about the power, it was about the opportunity – a chance to throw up a surprise, something out of the ordinary, anything. Like Brad Pitt in Oceans Eleven, I could break from the mould of just being an admin in name and act however I wanted. If apathy and liquid distractions hadn’t sent me in a completely different direction I could’ve really achieved something revolutionary here – and that may be just what the network needs.
I’m thinking about organising some kind of staff party, web users and admins mixing as one. On one hand it offers the opportunity for further bonding, but imagine the chaos that could ensue, like letting the lower class mix with the refined on the Titanic – look how many people died in that farce! Jesus, it’s not even worth thinking about. Lowly webmail users with a redirect shaking filthy fists at the men-in-suits, things could get ugly very quickly. The idea of a conference isn’t a bad one though, some kind of brainstorming session where we innovate and progress, move forward and so on. It could really spark off some creativity, or if nothing else a perfect chance to get wrecked and make stupid decisions.
I’ll put it to my colleague when he’s back from vacation, or the kitchen, wherever it is he’s gone.
Written by Jay
Here we are again, another soulless Thursday in the middle of September. I don’t even know what the exact date is but one thing is for sure; it’s not cocktails and nibbles weather, not even close. I found the whisky glass at the bottom of the sink still scented with Wild Turkey from poker last night and after a quick rinse and the unscrewing of a lid, I’m sitting here sipping on some Pernod, with plenty ice of course, and contemplating what to do with the day. The clock says 10:03pm but I’m not sure, it’s been dark outside for about 5 hours now and that doesn’t add up at all. I’m thinking about going for a cigarette, but not yet, if I don’t get something down we’ll never wake up from this nightmare. The only way to escape a Thursday is to ride the wave right on through until Friday, not sleeping until you can be sure, damn sure, that you’ve put it behind you. Nothing worse than waking up expecting a Friday and being disappointed. Except maybe running out of ice… or cigarettes.
But anyway, to the point. Yes, I recently acquired more power, or more specifically; I didn’t gain any more power than I had, but it became more concentrated. In short, I was now the only person with continuous 24-hour-a-day admin access to wideasleep.net. Normally I would have grabbed a bottle of whisky, a packet of Doritos and strapped in for the long haul, but no, not this time. I slow-played this power, planning what to do with it, knowing any action couldn’t be undone with much haste. I might get 24 hours or even 48 out of any dastardly scheme I unleashed, and that is more than enough for shock value. In the end I made a few administrative changes, helped a couple of users, drank a lot of Pepsi and gave up. Convinced I didn’t have access to the nucleus of the network, it dawned on me that this whole adventure wasn’t about the power, it was about the opportunity – a chance to throw up a surprise, something out of the ordinary, anything. Like Brad Pitt in Oceans Eleven, I could break from the mould of just being an admin in name and act however I wanted. If apathy and liquid distractions hadn’t sent me in a completely different direction I could’ve really achieved something revolutionary here – and that may be just what the network needs.
I’m thinking about organising some kind of staff party, web users and admins mixing as one. On one hand it offers the opportunity for further bonding, but imagine the chaos that could ensue, like letting the lower class mix with the refined on the Titanic – look how many people died in that farce! Jesus, it’s not even worth thinking about. Lowly webmail users with a redirect shaking filthy fists at the men-in-suits, things could get ugly very quickly. The idea of a conference isn’t a bad one though, some kind of brainstorming session where we innovate and progress, move forward and so on. It could really spark off some creativity, or if nothing else a perfect chance to get wrecked and make stupid decisions.
I’ll put it to my colleague when he’s back from vacation, or the kitchen, wherever it is he’s gone.
Written by Jay