Last night, I was out front at the track setting up a new printer to test a change I'd just written in our point of sale software. Since I was working at one of the front desk computers, this guy decided to come talk to me--he was waiting for a bachelor party to start and was apparently very lonely.
"I've heard good things about this place..."
"I'm...IT; I don't really work the desk," I replied and bent my head back to the monitor.
"Oh. Cool. I saw a null exception trace over there just a minute ago."
I'd just rebooted the server (our system runs as a .NET remoting application for anyone that cares about such things), so I knew why there'd been a (trapped) null exception. What I didn't know was why this guy was talking to me.
I proceeded to just stare at him with my usual disinterested look on my face. He finally became uncomfortable and left.
A few minutes later, the track manager came over to me and said, "That was fucking rad."
"I've heard good things about this place..."
"I'm...IT; I don't really work the desk," I replied and bent my head back to the monitor.
"Oh. Cool. I saw a null exception trace over there just a minute ago."
I'd just rebooted the server (our system runs as a .NET remoting application for anyone that cares about such things), so I knew why there'd been a (trapped) null exception. What I didn't know was why this guy was talking to me.
I proceeded to just stare at him with my usual disinterested look on my face. He finally became uncomfortable and left.
A few minutes later, the track manager came over to me and said, "That was fucking rad."
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mistersatan:
Funny.
mistersatan:
Yeah, chest pains and shooting, tingling left arms are some funny shit.