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[Apr. 4th, 2008|11:10 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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So the chain of events goes like this:

Thursday AM - Mail received from new corporate helpdesk monkey - "Clean up your mailboxes at some point, bitches. We ain't got no room." (except nicer)

Thursday Noon - Entire corporate staff - "Well, I suppose at some point I must clean up my mailbox. I wonder how small it must be. I wonder also when the 'some point' will be. Bitches."

Friday AM - Exchange server - No email goin' out, Bitches! Everyone's mailbox is too big! You're all dead in the water. Also I have blocked access to any web-based mail service. AHAHAHAHAHA! bitches

And the next sound you hear is my entire office grinding to a halt as we spend our entire morning trying to archive everything and delete everything else. Seriously. Bitches.

[User Picture]From: wizardglick
2008-04-04 03:53 pm (UTC)


Email is mission-critical. I can't even reboot the Spam filter till after hours, much less shut off communications en masse.

This is why I really apreciate the tech support in our office. It seems to be significantly more effective than other places I've experienced. And I'm not the least humble about it being mostly due to me not sucking. ;-)

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[User Picture]From: kiltsandlollies
2008-04-04 07:09 pm (UTC)
when the email returns you might want to shoot one off along the lines of: "At some point, I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU WITH A KEYBOARD, YOU OXYGEN THIEVES."
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