I had to work today to test our disaster recovery process.
On Friday, my two co-workers and I were discussing the process. To put faces to the co-workers, refer to the last blog entry. As stated before, I’m the guy in blue.
“Who’s going to let us in the building?” I asked. (The recovery center is off-site for obvious reasons).
“They got a guy coming in to let us in,” answered Boombox.
“We don’t have to fucking talk to him, do we?” I asked.
“What difference does it make?” Boombox said.
I said, “Cause I don’t want anymore friends. I got enough friends.”
“You don’t have any friends,” said White Shirt.
“Exactly,” I replied. “And that’s too damn many.”