Through The Square Window
The last sight I usually see at the end of my lunchtime is this window just above the entrance to the building in which I work. Today, that particular window was occupied by the shoulder, arm, and head of our resident infrastructure/hardware guy (I forget the exact job title but I'm almost certain that's not it). It would be unfair to say that every little thing he configures fails in some new and exciting way each and every time but, on the other hand, it would be fair to say that I'm struggling to think of an occasion when it hasn't.
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