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First time poster, long time reader, so Hi everyone 
I have the unfortunate affliction of earning my crust in a Data centre, basically a large void building where different companies rent space to fill with their servers and all that technical rubbish (Promise I'll try not to bore you) Its my job to baby-sit these servers, although I am starting to believe that I am simply employed as a front line cannon fodder between the Clients and the people that call themselves management but only seem to exist to piss off the client and me as much as possible.
During the day this place is regular hive of activity, and as you can imagine filled with guys that seem to want to geek bash you me with complaints about there equipment this, or the Air con that, both of which I don't care to worry about or know about, but hey who gives a . . . .
However I do work nightshifts as well, that’s where my job gets fun, with just me and who is now one of my best friends and security Guy downstairs who is also cool have the entire building to ourselves for 12 hours. Although I'm not a fan of my employers (*who is?*) they do provide us with toys and entertainment to relieve stress, which they cause 90% of the time, go figure.
They give us unlimited internet access, foosball, air hockey, various other arcade machines such as packman all free of course, satellite television plus a whole building to play hide seek in lol.
Yeah so nightshift are great except when the phone rings, because if it rings it’s a customer with a problem, a now! Now! Problem which can probably wait till morning but because they are up and awake its now! Now!. We play chicken with the phones on our desk because after something like 25 rings it does through to my boss at home which spells t.r.o.u.b.l.e
Anyway I am waffling on, these almost perfect shifts are frequently broken by the same guy who we will call Mr Cheshire, because he has a permanent slimy grin on his face.
he has been coming here longer than I have worked here which is about 3 and half years now, and he of all people knows that out of hours visits are emergency only but of course its always an emergency (*he doesn't have to justify his visit or anything, luckily enough only he has worked this out so far*), once he has cleared security (*Andy the Security Guard usual calls to tell us 'our friend is coming up'*) he will appear at our office door which is a door cut out of a massive wall of glass spanning the entire room overlooking the data centre floor, and of course his cage is right in front of the glass, where I am convinced he can watch us, while we watch him praying he isn't in for a long one.
He comes to us because he nearly always wants to go and sign out some part from the shipping bay, which I might add we are not supposed to visit because we haven't been Health and Safety cleared, but I'm not going to stoop to his level and quote him regulations.
so we head off to shipping, I don't know if you are aware of 'Mr Bean' in the States but he is played by Rowan Atkinson, if you Google Rowan Atkinson you will find a picture of Mr Bean, he looks a little like him, but with thick rimmed black plastic glasses (*not the trendy kind*) and more importantly he sounds just like the guy, and another annoying thing I have noticed is, he is a space invader and when he exhales he lets out a little kind of 'Yeah' noise which irritates the absolute F@*k out of me.
so we get there find his part and I manoeuvre the trolley (*which I had the foresight to bring with from the entrance*) closer to the big box, after some time god knows how long I realise its one of them awkward moments, he is just standing there making that breathing noise, I’m thinking to myself 'I’m no lifting your f@*king box dude' but I maintain my gaze at the box because I am terrified he has that 'well go on then' look on his face. He even has the cheek to look at his watch, which I caught in my peripheral vision.
It must have been close to like 2 minutes which is a lifetime in this situation, he breaks the silence with 'Young, fit man like yourself, be a good lad and drop that on the trolley for me' now this guy dresses like he has just fallen out of black hole from the seventies (*again, not in a cool way, the real nerdy way*) we are talking mainly brown knitted tank tops and green corduroy trousers, I mean its almost scary. With a grey shirt underneath, yeah grey.... but He isn’t much older than me, he just thinks he is, so anyway I lift the box, which was bastard heavy.
Once its on there he starts inspecting it, I swear I had visions of punching him into the ground if he told me its wasn’t the right one. He stand up straight and says something stupid like 'Yeah, that’s her alright' again he makes no effort to grab the trolley, I'm like no way dude, no f@*king way I'm not your man servant you can wheel that stuff out of here. So I say 'You all done here then?' and he says 'Yeah, we (*WE? there is no WE here my friend*) just need to get this too my cage and we are done" so I say "cool' I'll show you out" and start to walk towards the exit. He doesn't follow, so I stop and turn and he making the most childish, most pathetic effort I have ever seen to push this trolley, admittedly the box weighted some, but on a trolley, c'mon man ffs. "could you be a lad and give me a hand here?" he says "Oh right, that looks heavy, wait i'll go get help" I say, now he realises that I will have to walk all the way back to office to get my colleague and walk all the way back, he also knows, because he is being a pain in the *** that I wont be in any rush to do it.
All of sudden this trolley starts to move, So I deliberately make a big deal out of it, like omg its moving, what happened was it stuck, maybe the trolley is faulty, I’ll let the shipping guys know that the trolley is playing up blah blah...
What a d@*k he is, considering that I am not supposed to take him there, that he isn't supposed to visit after hours, I don't know, give people an inch they will try and take a mile I suppose.
Anyway thanks for reading
oh and sorry about the wall, just got a little carried away
I have the unfortunate affliction of earning my crust in a Data centre, basically a large void building where different companies rent space to fill with their servers and all that technical rubbish (Promise I'll try not to bore you) Its my job to baby-sit these servers, although I am starting to believe that I am simply employed as a front line cannon fodder between the Clients and the people that call themselves management but only seem to exist to piss off the client and me as much as possible.
During the day this place is regular hive of activity, and as you can imagine filled with guys that seem to want to geek bash you me with complaints about there equipment this, or the Air con that, both of which I don't care to worry about or know about, but hey who gives a . . . .
However I do work nightshifts as well, that’s where my job gets fun, with just me and who is now one of my best friends and security Guy downstairs who is also cool have the entire building to ourselves for 12 hours. Although I'm not a fan of my employers (*who is?*) they do provide us with toys and entertainment to relieve stress, which they cause 90% of the time, go figure.
They give us unlimited internet access, foosball, air hockey, various other arcade machines such as packman all free of course, satellite television plus a whole building to play hide seek in lol.
Yeah so nightshift are great except when the phone rings, because if it rings it’s a customer with a problem, a now! Now! Problem which can probably wait till morning but because they are up and awake its now! Now!. We play chicken with the phones on our desk because after something like 25 rings it does through to my boss at home which spells t.r.o.u.b.l.e
Anyway I am waffling on, these almost perfect shifts are frequently broken by the same guy who we will call Mr Cheshire, because he has a permanent slimy grin on his face.
he has been coming here longer than I have worked here which is about 3 and half years now, and he of all people knows that out of hours visits are emergency only but of course its always an emergency (*he doesn't have to justify his visit or anything, luckily enough only he has worked this out so far*), once he has cleared security (*Andy the Security Guard usual calls to tell us 'our friend is coming up'*) he will appear at our office door which is a door cut out of a massive wall of glass spanning the entire room overlooking the data centre floor, and of course his cage is right in front of the glass, where I am convinced he can watch us, while we watch him praying he isn't in for a long one.
He comes to us because he nearly always wants to go and sign out some part from the shipping bay, which I might add we are not supposed to visit because we haven't been Health and Safety cleared, but I'm not going to stoop to his level and quote him regulations.
so we head off to shipping, I don't know if you are aware of 'Mr Bean' in the States but he is played by Rowan Atkinson, if you Google Rowan Atkinson you will find a picture of Mr Bean, he looks a little like him, but with thick rimmed black plastic glasses (*not the trendy kind*) and more importantly he sounds just like the guy, and another annoying thing I have noticed is, he is a space invader and when he exhales he lets out a little kind of 'Yeah' noise which irritates the absolute F@*k out of me.
so we get there find his part and I manoeuvre the trolley (*which I had the foresight to bring with from the entrance*) closer to the big box, after some time god knows how long I realise its one of them awkward moments, he is just standing there making that breathing noise, I’m thinking to myself 'I’m no lifting your f@*king box dude' but I maintain my gaze at the box because I am terrified he has that 'well go on then' look on his face. He even has the cheek to look at his watch, which I caught in my peripheral vision.
It must have been close to like 2 minutes which is a lifetime in this situation, he breaks the silence with 'Young, fit man like yourself, be a good lad and drop that on the trolley for me' now this guy dresses like he has just fallen out of black hole from the seventies (*again, not in a cool way, the real nerdy way*) we are talking mainly brown knitted tank tops and green corduroy trousers, I mean its almost scary. With a grey shirt underneath, yeah grey.... but He isn’t much older than me, he just thinks he is, so anyway I lift the box, which was bastard heavy.
Once its on there he starts inspecting it, I swear I had visions of punching him into the ground if he told me its wasn’t the right one. He stand up straight and says something stupid like 'Yeah, that’s her alright' again he makes no effort to grab the trolley, I'm like no way dude, no f@*king way I'm not your man servant you can wheel that stuff out of here. So I say 'You all done here then?' and he says 'Yeah, we (*WE? there is no WE here my friend*) just need to get this too my cage and we are done" so I say "cool' I'll show you out" and start to walk towards the exit. He doesn't follow, so I stop and turn and he making the most childish, most pathetic effort I have ever seen to push this trolley, admittedly the box weighted some, but on a trolley, c'mon man ffs. "could you be a lad and give me a hand here?" he says "Oh right, that looks heavy, wait i'll go get help" I say, now he realises that I will have to walk all the way back to office to get my colleague and walk all the way back, he also knows, because he is being a pain in the *** that I wont be in any rush to do it.
All of sudden this trolley starts to move, So I deliberately make a big deal out of it, like omg its moving, what happened was it stuck, maybe the trolley is faulty, I’ll let the shipping guys know that the trolley is playing up blah blah...
What a d@*k he is, considering that I am not supposed to take him there, that he isn't supposed to visit after hours, I don't know, give people an inch they will try and take a mile I suppose.
Anyway thanks for reading
oh and sorry about the wall, just got a little carried away
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