User:Limaverdo

Abort, Retry, Ignore

Once upon a midnight dreary,

Fingers cramped and vision bleary,

System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,

Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,

Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:

Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,

I then invoked the "save" command

But got instead a reprimand: it read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion?

Some manacal type intrusion?

These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...

These three seemed to be the top ones.

Clearly I must now adopt one; choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?

With my fingers pale and trembling

Slowly toward the keyboard bending,

Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,

Finally I pressed a key.

But what on the screen did I see? Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard -

I pressed again, but twice as hard,

But luck was just not on the cards, I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation

Trying random combinations.

Still there came the incantation "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

There I sat, distraught, exhausted,

By my own machine accosted

getting up, I turned away and paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight

A bold and blinding flash of light

A lightening bolt that cut the night, and shook me to my very core.

The PC screen collapsed and died.

"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.

I heard a distant voice reply, "You'll see your spreadsheets...nevermore!"

To this day I do not know

The place to which our data goes.

perhaps it goes to heaven, where the angels have it stored.

But as for Productivity, well,

I fear this has gone straight to Hell.

And that's the tale I have to tell - your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.