Tuesday August 27, 2002 at 06:47 pm
So in the midst of leaving work last night at 2am, after being told by very how shall I say intellectually challenged student to “Get the hell of my phone”, as he began to whimper at the fact he likely failed a class due to his own arrogance and pig headedness, a coworker and I began ad-libbing a little country dirty for him. After some serious laughing at the whole situation I decided I would write a song about it. This seems to be a growing tradition, as almost every job I’ve had, others or I have composed a song in representation of the more humorous calls, and types of people we’ve talked to or heard of.
So in keeping of so said tradition I present to you…
Issues With Online Places
Sung to the melody of Friends In Low Places By Garth Brooks
Blame it all my roots
I showed up in school
And annoyed everyone who cared
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
And I didn’t care
And I saw the surprise
Turn to anger in their eyes
When I started to whine and complain
Then I flooded you
Said, wait I’m not through
So now you get to hear me complain
Cause I got issues, with online places
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Where packets flow
And slow pings chase my sites away
And I wait all day
I’m not big on correct answers
Think I’ll slip on in to a new chat room on AOL
Cause I got issues, with online places
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Well I guess I wrong
I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been kicked out before
It’s the middle of the night
My dogs said goodnight
Its okay I’ll sleep on floor
Hey didn’t mean to yell at screen
Just give me and hour and then
I’ll break down and cry
And now you’re wondering why
As I call tech support again
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Cause I got issues, with online places
Where packets flow
And slow pings chase my sites away
And I wait all day
I’m not big on correct answers
Think I’ll slip on in to new a chat room on AOL
Cause I got issues, with online places
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Well I guess I wrong
I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been kicked out before
It’s the middle of the night
My dogs said goodnight
Its okay I’ll sleep on floor
Hey didn’t mean to yell at screen
Just wait till I screw up this class
They’ll trace route my posting
Cancel all of my hosting,
And eventually track me down just to kick my ass
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Cause I got issues, with online places
Where packets flow
And slow pings chase my sites away
And I wait all day
I’m not big on correct answers
Think I’ll slip on in to a new chat room on AOL
Cause I got issues, with online places
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Feel free to copy and forward those more deserving labors of technology, to add a hint of light to a typically otherwise grim day.
I think I shall pass it on. My brother would love that.