eine kleine nachtmusik

Picked up on a comments thread on the Road, this little ditty will soothe the savage, er, breasts, of many of my friends. At least it's not seditious - yet.

At work today a computer fault had Outlook 'working' at about 10%. Took me right back to the days of twin floppy disks and waiting for hours for the beige box to do anything. Plenty of time for reflection, phone calls, learning how not to seethe. How soon we forget.

This came on top of a total system malfunction a week or so ago, when you couldn't even make a phone call because all the work numbers are...on the system. And while I'm on the subject, I'm a bit sceptical about how much productivity emanated from the IT revolution. Oh sure, we produce more...and, arguably, we produce it more quickly, so the stats will be evident and positive. But is more..paper...useful? Lots more?