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  <subtitle>The phone rings. I force myself to pull away from the monitor and answer.

&#8220;Hello, this is John.&#8221;

The voice on the other end of the phone drones on, taking forever to get to the actual point. &#8220;I&#8217;ll be right there,&#8221; I reply in the most professional and courteous tone I can muster. Hanging up the phone, I mumble to myself knowing that it will be another 5 to 10 minutes before I get to finish the YouTube video I was just watching.

I take the stairwell down to the seventh floor so that I can tell my wife I exercised today. By the time I reach the user&#8217;s office, he figured out the secret to tech support. &#8220;I just rebooted my PC and everything seems to be working fine now.&#8221; 

&#8220;Fantastic. Just let me know if you need anything else or have any more issues,&#8221; I smile as I turn to walk out of the office. I look at the stairs, pause, and take the elevator back up. 

As I get back to my cubicle, I think to myself: &#8220;Why did I want to do this job again? Oh yeah, the chicks.&#8221;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-15T15:42:05Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Where Are All the Groupies? [When I Grow Up Challenge]</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A good peak at the tedium of life as an IT professional.  Trust us, It&amp;#8217;s certainly not as sexy as the guidance counselor makes it sound, kids.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I think my favorite line was &amp;#8220;I take the stairwell down to the seventh floor so that I can tell my wife I exercised today.&amp;#8221; This little line just adds a lot of character insight.  It shows your character as perhaps insecure on some level and perfectly sets up the end where he does accept who he is&amp;#8230; at least until tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-15T15:42:05Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Steve Fairweather</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Where Are All the Groupies? [When I Grow Up Challenge]</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I am still laughing! I love this! I was just looking for shirts to wear to work for the next week and a half (until &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; summer break) just for this reason. My favorite&amp;#8230;. &lt;strong&gt; PEBKAC &lt;/strong&gt;.. and of course.. needed it as soon as I walked in the door this morning. However, because it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the first question I ask, I have one on the way that states, &amp;#8220;Have you tried turning it off and on again?&amp;#8221; ;) Such is the life of a TS.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-12T22:06:16Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Jenunique</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Where Are All the Groupies? [When I Grow Up Challenge]</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Despite what the tone of this implies, I really do like my job. And I, uh&amp;#8230; rarely watch YouTube videos at work. Or something.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-12T21:57:56Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>John Perkins</name>
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