NONE of my managers are in today.  With the exception of Boss, who was thoroughly agitated that no one else showed up for work.  I would like to state for the record, I pointed out repeatedly, that I am here.  Work can continue.  Sarah is here.

Speaking of stoppage of work, Christopher came by first thing when I got back to my desk.  He had, in his hand, the laptop that they were supposed to be installing at his desk.  Keep in mind, this laptop HAD belonged to someone else, and had been cable-locked down to that person’s desktop until IT would show up to move and reinstall it.  And he had it in his hand.  "Christopher," I said, BARELY keeping my tone even, "Pray tell, WHY do you have that laptop in your hand?"  He said he was going to move it.  "But it was locked down
for a reason," I say, through clenched teeth.  Now, anyone with brain one would catch on that they’ve done something wrong at this point, but oh-no-not-Christopher.

"But I got the cable lock off!" he says, proudly.  "Now I can just plug it in at my station."

Cue Hurricane Sarah.

Half of our servers are down, so there is very little point to being here today.  I wonder how long Sarah can make it.  It’s very tempting to leave early and go home and nap.  It’s good napping weather.  And although we fared well in the storm, we did not get a lot of sleep last night.

Funny quote from last night: "Next time that dog runs away, don’t bother calling his name.  Just start making really good sex noises.  You won’t be able to keep him away."