Confiding My Woes To The Computer & Off-Line & Password Poem by Margaret Alice

Double whammy for Tiaan: Prawns
and meat balls, non-tolerant of both
he is ill this morning and stays home
to recuperate – not so his mother

Though I only had the lovely meat balls,
feeling tired with aching muscles and
swelling head, I must be at work, I love
being where all the fun is

But creating joy by entertaining my colleagues
only works for so long, then the discomfort
becomes too big - I exit ignominiously
closing the door on my misery

Not willing to flaunt my symptoms –
just confiding my woes to the computer,
a loyal friend; as long as I have a PC
I will always be quite content…

Change Your Password…

When IT forces you to change
your password every time you
turn around and you have to find
a term that is memorable in order
not to lock yourself out, you think
of expletives that vent your frustration
– in several languages – so Karen’s
k..khuis and sh..house and June’s
bordel de merde is fast becoming
beloved synonyms in the IT fight!

Computers at work are off-line...

The Main Translation Elf are in
hospital with e-mail disorder;
Alice told everyone to look at
the Aurora Borealis; Hanlie the
Elf of Sensible Cheerfulness was
falling into Despair; but laughed
most heartily upon a demonstration
of the Valorous Courier; storming
in to collect a document from Iris
(French Elf Consulting) , enclosing
the address in an opaque bag and
then sadly floating about; all
Bravery and Progress stopped by
the fact of his not seeing the
address through the bag...