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Friday, October 9th, 2009 11:13 amOur office IT is making a further bid for special needs treatment. The email system is coughing up blood again, as it has all week. I can see dozens of headers but cannot download the contents and guess what? Today is a deadline for us and some of those emails will be asking for urgent extensions. That’s no problem as such, but details vary and I cannot find any of them out or indeed notify people of the action taken (even if I can take the action, which I can’t – this is all endlessly recursive).
In the meantime, our new desk phones have arrived. I can dial out, but I have to log on to register my extension number to this particular handset –it’s the SpaceFlex way.
My extension number has, of course, changed. Everybody’s has changed. The exchange has changed. I cannot download the email with the details of the procedure and I cannot dial out to people to explain because I cannot look up their numbers, which are on the emails. It’s going to be one of those days.
In the meantime, it seems the Department décor is moving to what can only be called Jackboot Kitsch. The chairs are black, the computers are black and now the telephones are black. There is definitely a whiff of the Palpatine Imperium around here. But the lockers are playschool pastel in orange and white, clashing with a blue/green carpet; it’s sort of ‘happy clappy, cuddles, kick in the face décor. Talk about mixed messages.
See where my mind goes when I can’t access email.
In the meantime, our new desk phones have arrived. I can dial out, but I have to log on to register my extension number to this particular handset –it’s the SpaceFlex way.
My extension number has, of course, changed. Everybody’s has changed. The exchange has changed. I cannot download the email with the details of the procedure and I cannot dial out to people to explain because I cannot look up their numbers, which are on the emails. It’s going to be one of those days.
In the meantime, it seems the Department décor is moving to what can only be called Jackboot Kitsch. The chairs are black, the computers are black and now the telephones are black. There is definitely a whiff of the Palpatine Imperium around here. But the lockers are playschool pastel in orange and white, clashing with a blue/green carpet; it’s sort of ‘happy clappy, cuddles, kick in the face décor. Talk about mixed messages.
See where my mind goes when I can’t access email.