* * * * *
“You know, I actually new a kid in high school that sniffed this stuff … ”
As if today wasn't bad enough [1], at 5:59 pm, just a minute before I'm out
the door, the phone rings. I hesitate a second, debating whether I should
answer it or not.
“Hello,” I said, silently cursing myself. “Technical Support. How may I help
you?”
“Yes, this is C from XXXXXXXX.” It's the customer with the Cisco router that
we're tunnelling a connection to [2]. “Yeah, our provider just gave us our
new IP (Internet Protocol) address and we need our router reconfigured before
midnight tonight.”
Looks like it was the wrong week to quit sniffing CHO … [3]
[1]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2006/02/27.1
[2]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2006/01/28.1
[3]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2006/02/25.1
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