So there I was,
goofing off playing WoW going about my daily chores, when I remembered that I was supposed to call the Help Desk for the GM1.
shit my" says I. "I'd best be getting that done, because the GM1 will bitch and moan it's very important."
I dig out the card with the number from
the accumulated piles of crap the orderly precise filing system I maintain and dial it.
Now, this is not any little piddly local Help Desk matter. This is a big, international, thousands of people manning the phones Help Desk. So the universe being the way it is, who answers the phone but the ONE PERSON IN THAT UNIVERSE that I know who works in this field, my friend and superblogger, Froggie.
No wonder my ass seems to be getting bigger and bigger. The world is getting smaller and smaller.
Nice to hear your voice, Froggie. :)