Communication Let Me Down

[jack_babalon]

Capitalism 101
February 10th, 2007
~Rob M.

Communication always leaves in incomplete
the grass is greener,but it's grown beneath my feet
love inspiration is a message on a wing
but I have left in the words you'll never sing
communication let me down
and I'm left here
communication let me down
and I'm left here
~Communication
Spandau Ballet


"Muvv-'er-phuc-'er!" I split the word into words and spit it out between my teeth and under my breath. Of course I often forget just how loud I can breathe sometimes.

"What's wrong, Jack?" T asks behind my back his voice velvet smooth, the smoke of a cuban cigar drifting over a splash of Brandy on the rocks. When T speaks even the butt ugliest down right meanest pittbull will purr like a little kitten in heat. You should know that T is the man. T works the mailroom and has the respect of the highest paid powers in the office. T is the #1 crush down on the Cube Farm and the guy everyone wants to buy a beer.

T, in short, is who you tell your parents and spouse you are at work.

"First my phone service fuc..."

"Don't do it Baby!" T warns with a playful smile on his face.

"...screws up. It keeps dropping calls, losing bars and telling me there's no network provider available. This means I have to figure out a way of calling Planet Bombay's customer service in the remote hope of getting an actual human being on the line rather than a prompt and a recording. Then this!" I say gesturing in frustration towards the screen.

"What's that?" T asks with the conciliatory tone of a hostage negiotator that used to sing back up in an early 70's soul band.

"This! I can't access my Yahoo account, my Myspace is all fu...'crewed up! I can't even log on my LJ." I end my whine-rant with a helpless shrug at him, subconsciously believing that all cool people have magick powers like the Fonz. That if I puppy eye T long enough he'll slam my monitor with the flat of his fist and suddenly i'll be able to access my emails with the quickness or maybe he'll just snap his fingers so my Nokia will start picking up bars again like I was suddenly standing under a cellphone tower.

Instead he just shakes his head slowly, that sigh generating smile of his a little sad and he pats me on the back and says:

"That Mercury in Retrograde can be a Mother Fucker!" he shrugs and pushes his mail cart down the cubicle labyrinth.

I sit there unable to come up with a better answer.

Comments

[esmio06.livejournal.com]

yah know that sounds as god of a reason as any.
Same boat today. Opening about half of my email in myspace today crashed firefox

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

There's a lot of it going around. From the journal of lexpendragon, talking about why another LJ'er's computer suddenly began to interpret all e's as Euro signs:

"Must have just been a weird temporary memory glitch. I can think of really in-depth stupid technical reasons for that to have happened, but 'Evil Spirits' is equally as plausible if you ask me."