An early start to hurry up and wait!

Well, it's been another one of those days and it's still 10:30 a.m. After a night of very little sleep and minor illness, I just decided to get up early and get some things done. Ahead of schedule is what I was thinking, but avast my plans have gone awry already.

Once arriving at the office, I noticed that none of our equipment was working. Printers wouldn't print, copiers wouldn't copy, server had a blue screen of death.........had a what? Yes a blue screen of death. For a couple of days the staff has been working hard around here to take care of normal responsibilities, but to also prepare for our PowerHOUSE Youth Conference at Camp Hickory Hills, and guess what they need? Right, ALL OF THE ABOVE.

So, since early this morning, I have been troubleshooting equipment which means none of the advantage of an early start was realized, there is no help in sight and I feel a little stuck. If not for police reports, SWAT teams, broken dreams and glass all over the floor, I would draw my .45 semi-automatic pistol from my (nevermind you don't need to know where I carry it) and kill this demon of modern technology. OH WAIT!!! Something must have gotten through to this hard-headed piece of plastic, wires and other stuff I can't identify...the blue screen of death is gone and the server is trying to make peace with me.

Don't worry, I won't give in, this is probably the RISE OF THE MACHINES! I better hurry before SKYNET goes online.

Quick, find Sarah Conner.

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