COMPUTER CRASH

Reflecting:  Well, in today's computer age we all know about computers crashing.  However, back in the early 80's, not so much!  I can't tell you how many times we needed to get to Fed Ex at the airport by the end of the day.  They were just starting to get computers into the workplace.  Most of the managers brought their own computers from home -- that's how I learned and everyone else in the company at the time.  It worked great for me because I love learning.  Crashing computers was not a pretty sight, even back then.


COMPUTER CRASH

I worked and worked for weeks on end,
There were changes around every other bend.

You type, edit, then a hard copy is run,
Only to add and delete, which isn't much fun.

Hurry, rush for this ending game,
Fed Ex and counter-to-counter it's all the same.

Get the forms and AOG; I'll drive, you read,
Down the highway we would speed.

To deliver these packages by the next flight,
Which always arrives in the middle of the night.

Then one day as corrections were made,
A guy named "static", a long visit he paid.

He scrambled and jumbled, our disks he did crash,
Our hopes of Fed Ex were surely smashed.

When you use a computer's delight,
Always make sure "Mr. Static" is nowhere in sight.

So when you work and work for weeks on end,
You can take care of the changes coming around the bend.


Gloria Hildreth
"Reflections:  A Moment in Time"
copyright 2009

TIRED

Reflecting:  If you have a job but it feels like two jobs because you work 50 to 60 hour weeks, you are guaranteed to get tired.  You might be working long hours and going to school to get a degree.  That's what I did.  Exhausted doesn't begin to cover it.  I am glad I went back to school; it helped get me out into this great big world.  It satisfied my passion, which is life-long learning.  It was very, very tough.  But I wouldn't have changed that for the world.


TIRED

I'm so tired; what day is today,
I just wish everyone would go away.

The days are long, the nights are short,
Sometimes around me I need to build a fort.

Crisis after crisis is what each day brings,
It just keep unwinding like a ball of string.

The work load needs to be organized and relaxed,
Instead of feeling we are always taxed.

It's hurry up, we have to rush this out,
Only to change it again with more running about.

Morale is low, productivity down,
And most of us feel we are about to drown.

A few try to boost the others' spirits up,
We know it will come full circle, one day they will fill our cup.

Today I'm not really in the pink,
I'm so damned tired I can't even think.


Gloria Hildreth
"Reflections: A Moment in Time"
copyright 2009