It's late. I'm tired, cold and hungry. I'm in an oppressively dry, loud and frigid environment. There are warm pockets of air. It's like swimming in a lake and finding a warm spot of water. I feel like I'm in a very low-grade tornado due to the air movement. My hair looks awesome. Think 80's music video.
I want to go home.
It's lonely here.
More error alerts in my email. They number in the hundreds.
Mr. Boss and Mr. Boss' Boss work diligently.
I sit in the datacenter and wait.
I wait to push a button. But it's a ridiculously stupid button that I have to use a pen to push. My purse pen because the guys can't manage to leave a freaking pen in the datacenter. Where is it cold. and loud.
Or, perhaps, I don't push a button.
I may be recalled to the office where I will take orders, hover, watch, learn, absorb, try to be useful, fail at that, etc.
I may be sent home.
Where I will drink some milk then go to sleep.
The world seems so far away from within the walls of the datacenter. It's at least beyond three secured doors.