 Abort, Retry, Ignore Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision blurry System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bedsheets Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command But got instead a reprimand: it read, Abort, Retry, Ignore. Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion? These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before. Carefully, I weighed my options. These three seemed to be the top ones. Clearly, I must now adopt one... Choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore." With my fingers pale and trembling, Slowly toward the keyboard bending, Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored, Praying for some guarantee, finally I pressed a key... Again; Abort, Retry, Ignore." I tried to catch the chips off-guard..." I pressed again, but twice as hard. Luck was just not in the cards, I saw what I had seen before. Now I typed in desperation Trying random combinations. Still there came the incantation.... Choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore." There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted Getting up, I turned away and paced across the office floor. And then I saw an awful sight, A bold and blinding flash of light, A lightning bolt that cut the night and shook me to my very core. The PC screen collapsed and died, "Oh, no...my database," I cried. I thought I heard a voice reply, "You'll see your data...Nevermore!" To this day I do not know The place to which our data goes. Perhaps it goes to Heaven where the angels have it stored. But as for productivity...well, I fear it has gone straight to Hell And that's the tale I have to tell... Your choice, Abort, Retry, Ignore." 
Author: Unknown
JAC - 2004 |