Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The Lab.

An incessant, dull whir encompasses the room continuously. Bits and bytes, blinking lights, flashing through the endless nights. Monitors here, there, and everywhere telling me I can’t go home yet. There goes another “fail” message – and I’ve already hit my annual profanity quota.


Anonymous RadioHou said...

There are military people around the world thanking you for watching the light flicker on and making a checkmark on your clipboard...

9:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like the place you work bites.

Guess that's what you get for being an embedded software engineer.

2:22 PM  

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