Those proud of keeping an orderly desk
never know the thrill of finding something they thought was irretrievably lost.
Opportunities are never lost - someone will take the one you miss.
Live with no regrets.
Life is a test. It is only a test.
If it were more than a test it would have come with better instructions.
The road to success is always under construction.
Belief breeds commitment - encourage it.
Be of good spirit. Attitude is contageous.
Make sure yours is positive and don't settle for anything less from others.
Integrity is the ability to carry out a decision after the thrill of making it has passed.
100% communication requires at least 50% listening.
Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.
True satisfaction with one's life is an acceptance of what is and preparation for what can be,
while we let go with what we thought needed to be.
I can only please one person at a time. Today is not your day.
Tomorrow is not looking good either.
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 there, 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 maniacal 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 on the screen what did I see?
Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore".
I tried to catch the chips off-guard,
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
Luck was just not in the cards,
I saw what I had seen before.
Now I typed in desperation,
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation --
Choose: "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 lightning 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 thought I heard a voice reply,
"You'll see your data -- 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 that it goes straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell -
Your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.
A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.
To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.
And now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a wear.
Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed to bee a joule
The checker poured o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.
That's why aye brake in two averse
By righting wants too pleas.
Sow now ewe sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear for pea seas!
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