This Fire isn't Passion

Typically I start my business day with a nice quiet look around the local newspapers followed by a glance at CNN and Drudge. By the time I’ve satisfied the news appetite the remainder of the office staff has filtered in and its time to go to work. Yesterday, just as I snuggled into my leather desk chair with an ice cold diet coke I was startled by a string of words that would have brought soap to mouth if my mother had ever witnessed me personally recite them. A few more were flung in there that hopefully my mother will never hear nor understand in her lifetime.

So I spring, as quickly as a tired mid twenty year old can, from my chair to look into the disturbance. For those of you in non technical fields I will give you a little history in regards to the subject matter. Computers + No Cooling = Bad. So it appears that the air conditioning that controls the temperature of our server room had given up the ghost. I enter the room and see and hear the flashing lights and screams of a computer roasting itself alive. The room itself gave off a heat so terrible that I almost had to take off my sweater to remain comfortable. The HORROR!!!

So we start popping out roof tiles and I run around the office where strangely enough two ladies keep fans. Ladies any reason why you keep fans in your cubicles during winter? Meanwhile my boss has literally ripped a cardboard box in twain and has begun a quest to personally fan the air right out of the room. A now sweaty and red faced man greets me like a saint as I bring him two floor fans and we get those babies pumping enough to cool the room by..5 degrees. I now am under the firm belief that while home computers use electricity business application servers actually run on molten lava delivered straight from the fiery pits of hell. So once again I have to bring the heating and cooling professionals into my life in order to resolve an issue. It really grinds my gears.