In response, let me take you somewhere I've been before ...
Monday. He sat on the bench, in the little park nestled among the towering office buildings in this part of the city. It was 5:30am. He had been awake since 5AM Sunday morning. He looked like he had been through a wringer. His suit coat lay on the bench, his tie was undone, head hanging down, his shirt was open a full three buttons. He had stood at the server console all day and night, rebuilding, repairing, fixing corrupted data, trying to get things ready before the start of business. He SLOWLY stood. Time to go home and crash.
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And hopefully shake off the rush from the case of Red Bull that he drank repairing the company's computer network!!
Wow...sounds like me when I was working...those days .....were hard and too long...I am so happy I am now a home maker!
Such a great read! Superb job! Poor guy.
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shakira
ahhhh the life of an "IT Guy" - all hail those who can fix what we mere mortals break. Thank you!!!
Poor guy! Nice little piece!
I like the idea that he's going to "crash." If you expand this piece in the future, please consider intensifying the link between human and machine. Maybe take a cue from Vonnegut?
I have been here many times. nice writing..
Deana
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