Mondays
Monday mornings in IT are the digital equivalent of walking into a room where someone’s set the servers on fire just to see what happens. But you? You’re the zen master of disaster, sipping your coffee like it’s a fine wine while the ticket queue floods with “URGENT: The Internet is Broken” (spoiler: it’s always a cable unplugged).
You’ve seen it all: the intern who “just clicked something shiny,” the CEO who somehow installed a virus by thinking too hard, and that one user who swears their keyboard is haunted (“It types ‘HELP ME’ by itself!”). And yet, you remain unnervingly calm, like a firefighter who’s realized the fire is the job. “Oh, the database is corrupt? Cool, cool. Let me just finish this sip…”
By now, you’ve accepted that IT is less “fixing problems” and more “herding cats through a thunderstorm.” Monday’s meltdown? Tuesday’s ticket #427. Wednesday’s existential crisis? Just another patch Tuesday.
Pro tip: If no one’s screaming, you’re probably asleep—or you’re the one who broke it this time.
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