So the two of them would walk back to her workstation, her leading him slightly, because he wasn't terribly excited about this whole charade. He could barely manage to push out three words on this trip. Partly because of the lack of feeling, partly because she was dripping on and on, "Oh I just don't know WHAT is wrong." And most days were like this.
Systems Support. We are like office rockstars. People always want us around and they are impressed by us. Because we are such rockstars, we get nice chairs and people talk about us all the time. "What is Bubba like in real life?" "Oh, I think I like Samir. He's a bad boy." And we have our specialties. Software, hardware, peripherals, networking, debugging. The software god is Gary and he's like the lead singer. He can get away with doing anything. He could show up to work drunk and piss all over some old machines and people would just be like, "Woooo! Gary! You so crazy!"
That's why she comes to hang out in our office. She wants the scoop. She wants to hear some dirty gossip. Did they do a few thousand dollars worth of the finest South American cocaine with some Systems Support groupies last night? Did they get kicked out of a fabulous night club for fighting? Did they pay a drifter to dress up like a girl and force one of the marketing VPs to make out with that drifter while he was dressed up like a girl?
Yes, they're all true, in some way. And so this girl will come to get Gary to fix her Excel spreadsheet and he'll be ridiculously bored, because it is like Poison playing "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" for the nine millionth time. But he'll come back and we'll be all, "Screw that bitch, G." Then he says, "Already did." Rockstar.
