Well... I managed to blow up just about every piece of computer equipment I own, plus some of Susie's. I'm not sure exactly what caused it, but as of this moment, the DamnDirtyDataCenter is toast. It may or may not be back up in a few days... depending on how dead everything is exactly. So, if you are looking for anything that was on there, stop looking, because you'll just get an error message.
Phone rings. I answer it:
Her: Hi.. is this Steve?
Her: Hi Steve. My name is Something Forgettable and I'm a technical recruiter. I'm working with a VP of engineering and I'm networking with software industry professionals. Does that describe you?
Her: Really? What is it you do there?
Me: I'm the custodian.
Her: Get out... you're messing with me!
Me (sounding irritated, and somewhat depressed): No... I REALLY am the janitor.
Her: And they give you your own extension?
Me: Yeah... we all have our own extension.
Her: If you just clean up, why would they give you your own phone?
Me: So people can call me and tell me when there's things that need to be cleaned up.
Her: Ummm..... ok.....
Me: Sorry I can't help you... unless you're looking for a good custodian, but the benefits would have to be pretty good.
What? Janitors don't need benefits too?