Here's a little batch of blues lyrics I whipped up this morning. It won't make sense to anybody outside my workplace, but feel free to replace "Server 995" with whatever bedevilling bit of misbehaving connectivity is aggravating you this week.
The Srvr995 Blues
Came to work this morning,
Gonna convert some data.
Cup o'coffee and my keyboard,
But my server said “See ya later!”
CHORUS:
Oh, I got them Server 995 blues, can't find my files.
Got them Server 995 blues, can't convert none o'my files.
Cry me a river of digital tears -- no scripts, no compiles.
Gotta deliver this extract
Got a deadline to meet
No connection came back
Now I'm back out on the street
CHORUS
Boss man wants his content
Says he needs it by noon
No data no payment
Now I'm all alone in the room
CHORUS
Used to have data from England
California and France
Now all I got left is the feeling
I'm not wearing any pants.
CHORUS
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