Originally Posted by gordonmt
I had asked our crack (cracked) maintanace department to fix one our extension cords. It came back to day fully repaired.
Many years ago, I did an internship at the National Aerospace Lab in Holland. On my second week, the furniture was upgraded. This is a semi-government agency, so this happens only once every generation.
One side effect was that I could no longer plug in my terminal (yes, a REAL green screen terminal) into the outlet, since the cord was too short (the old desk had a hole in the top...).
So on Monday I call the Maintenance Department. Tell them I need an extension cord for my terminal. They said they'd call me back.
Tuesday morning, I get a call. "Were you the guy who needed an extension cord?". I say "Yes". "OK, we'll call you back".
Wednesday morning, I get a call "You need an extension cord?". I reply "Yes". "We'll send someone by this afternoon".
Wednesday afternoon, a guy comes by. "Are you the one who wanted an extension cord?". I say "Yes". He says: "OK, I'll send someone over first thing tomorrow morning"
Thursday morning, I get a call. "You the one who wanted an extension cord?". I say "Yes". "OK, someone will be with you this afternoon".
Late Thursday afternoon, a guy from maintenance comes by, carrying a 40ft industrial grade 8 gauge power cord. The kind of cord Scott Smith would describe as "beefy". He asks: "You the one who needed an extension cord?". I nod, afraid to speak because I'm afraid I'll burst out laughing. He holds the cable in front of me: "Is this what you're looking for. My office mate is about to say that this is overkill, when I cut him off and reply "That is perfect. That is EXACTLY what I'm looking for".
I sign the paperwork (in triplicate!), put my terminal back in its rightful place, and hook up the power cord with my brand new extension cord. I power up the terminal.
That's how the Matrix was created
