techrecovery | The IT Shop Blues ( A lunch hour lament)

This was written by my co-worker/soon to be boss (The official Change of Command is next week, but I take orders from her already) down at the Home Office, who gratefully gave me permission to re-post it here.

A few things to note:

Our license tracking is a bit up in the air at this point, because we are 99.5% certain that our dearly departed IT guy kept ALL the licensing information in his head.
and the Gateways refers to the Pentium 2 machines that have barely enough horsepower to run office 2000, let along a full on Java program which is what we have to use for our Purchasing card stuff.

The IT Shop Blues
(Also known as: What I Did on my Lunch Break)

I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
Yeah, I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
O, Murphy, don't you tell me that failin' hard drive don't make for a bluesy sound.

I can't live with that GPF, means I got a bad memory stick.
No, can't live with that Blue Screen of Death, means I got a bad memory stick.
Think I'd better get to the parts store, get me some PC-2700, quick.

Got a copy of Office 2000, but don't got no license key.
Oh, I got me this Office 2000, but don't got me no license key.
And I got this Office XP Pro, but this one ain't got no CD.

I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
Yeah, I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
O, Murphy, don't you tell me that failin' hard drive don't make for a bluesy sound.

There's a bunch of old Gateway computers, don't like to do no bankin'.
See, this old batch of Gateway computers, they don't wanna do our bankin'.
Can't shake us them little red X's, gotta go out and give 'em a spankin'.

There's this floppy disk, Lord-a mercy, that I'm thinkin' grew some teeth.
Mad little floppy disk, baby, maybe it went out and bought it some good strong false teeth.
Went and bit some keys out of a laptop, showed off all the pretty metal, beneath.

I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
Yeah, I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
O, Murphy, don't you tell me that failin' hard drive don't make for a bluesy sound.

Got a 33-pin floppy drive, gone straight to that big parts bin in the sky.
That poor 33-pin floppy drive, gone off to that big parts bin in the sky.
Got me only 34-pin replacements. 'Bout enough to make a good geek cry.

Got a box that can't find it's hard drive, tryin' to tell me it's all gone.
Same hard drive in another box, box still tryin' to tell me that it's gone.
Cross our fingers, hold our breaths, gonna hafta get our chkdsk on.

I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
Yeah, I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
O, Murphy, don't you tell me that failin' hard drive don't make for a bluesy sound.

Gotta back up our servers, in case the server go and expire.
Gotta get good back ups, baby, or sooner or later, the server, it gonna expire.
Now you watch that backup software crash the server, make you wanna retire.

See, I work in the IT shop, buldin' boxes out of spare parts and air.
Back here in the IT shop, sometimes all we got's spare parts, duct tape, and air.
Find I'm fixin' junk with more junk, chewing gum, baling wire, and maybe a little prayer.

I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
Yeah, I got six broken boxes and the seventh one's fixin' to go down.
O, Murphy, don't you tell me that failin' hard drive don't make for a bluesy sound.