Queen Perfume - V

This story was submitted by an anonymous fellow rock thrower who unfortunately had the joy of smelling what the Queen was cooking.

While I don’t even sit in the same building as Queen Perfume, or work on the same program I’ve had to put up with her stink more than once.   A couple weeks back, the Queen was in a lot of meetings in my office area.  Since the Queen was too lazy to bring her laptop or walk back to her office in between meetings she would just find someone’s cubical which was empty at the time and start using that persons computer.

Luckily for me, she decided to use my computer.  For various reasons I’m not at my cubical very often, usually because I’m down on the floor trouble shooting some mistake made by a Bob figure.  Needless to say my computer is often times unoccupied, which made itself a prime target for Queen Perfume.   When I finally got back to my office I could smell a slight odder and noticed that the Queen had been logged on to my computer.  At first I didn’t mind, after all the, computer is Shitshow property, it’s not mine to claim and I was logged off.  However, after a couple minutes I started getting sick from the lingering smell.

The next day I was running an 8 hour simulation on my computer so I locked my computer this time.  Long and behold when I cam back at the end of the day I could smell the Queen had been nearby.  To my surprise she had logged me off, which required her to turn off and on the computer, so she could check her email in between meetings.  8 hours of work, down the drain.  I sent an email to her flunktional manager and cc’d her on it.  I figured this would be effective way to throw rocks.   A couple days later without incident I thought my rock actually hit something.  Well I’d be wrong.

Yesterday I kicked off another simulation, this time a 16 hour run, towards the end of the day and locked my computer.  What do I see when I come in this morning; the Queen once again hard booted the computer to log me off so she could check her Facebook status.   This time 16 hours of work down the drain.
I did the only thing I could, I found the email I sent a couple weeks ago and replied back to the Queen and her flunktional manager once again explaining the situation and pointing out that this was not the first time this has happened or brought to their attention.   Of course at the end of the day I didn’t have a response from either the Queen or her flunktional manager.

Because it’s just a matter of time before the Queen throws away another 16 hours of my work without her flunktional manager giving a damn, I throw rocks.