DAY fifty-one

It's funny how little "work" gets done at work when one single technological device isn't working properly. We learned this in Office Space, and one of my favorite bits by comedian Eddie Izzard, but it's never as funny in real life. Boy do I wish I could wail on a copier with baseball bats in a field while blasting Geto Boys, but that's just not feasible. Especially when the tech-thingy-majig-doodad that stops working is entirely virtual in nature. I have nowhere for my anger to be directed! Cyberspace is too inaccessible for a n00b like me, so I can't even scream into the void. All this to say that our student groups database (aka the place where ALL of our important information that we access constantly for every aspect of our job lives) is down. Has been since last Thursday. Even our explanation for the problem is fraught with confusing language. The system is "down," but where is "down"? Some virtual Matrixy land where our data is stashed away from us in a sick game of binary hide and seek? Because I quit. I've counted to 10, I've looked in all the usual spots, and now I'm just upset and buried under piles of paperwork I can't do anything with because the database is just too good at this game. Boo.