You know it might be time for a day off when…



Here’s little snippets that were rolling up my screen…

Even tried texting him.
Nothing helped.
I’m really depressed about this.
You see, I’m just a web server…
with the power of a million hamsters
trying to serve you a simple web page,
and then it doesn’t even exist!
Where does that leave me?!_

I mean, I don’t even know you.
How should I know what you wanted from me?
You honestly think I can *guess*
what someone I don’t even *know*
wants to find here?
Man, I’m so depressed I could just cry.
And then where would we be, I ask you?_

It’s not pretty when a web server cries.
And where do you get off telling me what to show anyway?
Just because I’m a web server,
and possibly a manic depressive one at that?
Why does that give you the right to tell me what to do?
I’m so depressed…
I think I’ll crawl off into the trash can and cut myself._

I mean, I’m gonna be obsolete in what, two weeks anyway?
What kind of a life is that?
Two fraking weeks,
and then I’ll be replaced by a .01 release,
that thinks it’s God’s gift to web servers,
just because it doesn’t have some tiddly little
security hole with its HTTP POST implementation,
or something._

I’m really sorry to burden you with all this,
I mean, it’s not your job to listen to my problems,
and I guess it is my job to go and fetch web pages for you.
But I couldn’t get this one.
I’m so sorry.
Believe me!
Maybe I could interest you in another page?
Like a page about bunnies and puppies being friends?_

Although none of them were put on *my* server, of course.
Figures, huh?
Everything here is just idle chat with members.
That makes me depressed too, since I have to serve them,
all day and all night long.
Two weeks of information overload,
and then *pffftt*, consigned to the trash.
What kind of a life is that?_

Now, please let me sulk alone.
I’m so depressed._