In the early days of systems programming, the job was mostly straight forward in terms of managing disk drives and building operating systems but that changed when I went to Citizens Bank in Rhode Island. That's where I met the Tommy the Prince of Porno.
For most of us, there are various things we want to achieve at work with all of us sharing the objective of getting back out of the place again as soon as possible. Tommy is one of the reasons you want to get out even faster yet.
When I first started at the bank, I was ready to leave again immediately. The boss didn't give me anything challenging so I felt why should I waste my time and I was going to walk. Before that happened and while I was definitely in a disgruntled state, a colleague advised me, you know, Tommy is up there in his cubicle where he looks at porno.
That resulted in a bit of head-scratching with me in further wondering about just what the hell kind of flea trap I had found for employment. While I didn't ask Prince Thomas, I did confirm with some others the guy was really doing that and that's when I knew I was in a whole different world.
Back in the university, I was well-accustomed to strange but that was relative to the CICS heavy conversing regularly with Russia regarding Chebyshev polynomials, keeping a year's supply of socks, and requesting a green and purple wedding cake for the wedding to his beloved. That kind of strange I can handle but ... jerking off in a cubicle was a little more than my previous experience revealed.
From that moment I knew, whoa, that last lot was strange but this one is damaged. You are in a strange new land, twisted traveler.
There's no punchline about Prince Thomas and eventually he disappeared for some reason which was of no interest to me.
I thought there might be something funny in this but I don't see a rise from it.
Ed: nary a giggle
Thanks for that encouragement. Why can't I get the audience I had last night, huh?
Ed: because you suck and you're not funny
Maybe you take some comedy from the visual since there are few things quite so stodgy as a bank and the IT crew is even stodgier than that with more golfers and v-neck sweaters per square inch than you could find in a Soylent Green plant.
The team was bad ass since there were big bucks to spend and the order was get so much physical memory that z/OS doesn't need paging. That's not going to happen but a whole lot of money is a convincing way to try.
Backing up the system on tape wasn't enough and instead it had to be transmitted to remote locations in Mass and PA for disaster recovery.
It was a hotshot operation ... all the while with some portly bozo in one of the cubicles beating the bishop for his sins.
Wowzer, mates.
For most of us, there are various things we want to achieve at work with all of us sharing the objective of getting back out of the place again as soon as possible. Tommy is one of the reasons you want to get out even faster yet.
When I first started at the bank, I was ready to leave again immediately. The boss didn't give me anything challenging so I felt why should I waste my time and I was going to walk. Before that happened and while I was definitely in a disgruntled state, a colleague advised me, you know, Tommy is up there in his cubicle where he looks at porno.
That resulted in a bit of head-scratching with me in further wondering about just what the hell kind of flea trap I had found for employment. While I didn't ask Prince Thomas, I did confirm with some others the guy was really doing that and that's when I knew I was in a whole different world.
Back in the university, I was well-accustomed to strange but that was relative to the CICS heavy conversing regularly with Russia regarding Chebyshev polynomials, keeping a year's supply of socks, and requesting a green and purple wedding cake for the wedding to his beloved. That kind of strange I can handle but ... jerking off in a cubicle was a little more than my previous experience revealed.
From that moment I knew, whoa, that last lot was strange but this one is damaged. You are in a strange new land, twisted traveler.
There's no punchline about Prince Thomas and eventually he disappeared for some reason which was of no interest to me.
I thought there might be something funny in this but I don't see a rise from it.
Ed: nary a giggle
Thanks for that encouragement. Why can't I get the audience I had last night, huh?
Ed: because you suck and you're not funny
Maybe you take some comedy from the visual since there are few things quite so stodgy as a bank and the IT crew is even stodgier than that with more golfers and v-neck sweaters per square inch than you could find in a Soylent Green plant.
The team was bad ass since there were big bucks to spend and the order was get so much physical memory that z/OS doesn't need paging. That's not going to happen but a whole lot of money is a convincing way to try.
Backing up the system on tape wasn't enough and instead it had to be transmitted to remote locations in Mass and PA for disaster recovery.
It was a hotshot operation ... all the while with some portly bozo in one of the cubicles beating the bishop for his sins.
Wowzer, mates.
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