Two-thirds of the way
through the
Power Point presentation
to the tenured faculty,
all the animations
perfectly timed,
narration rehearsed,
the dreaded words:
FILE CORRUPTED
stopped everything.
Never mind,
I've got a backup file.
Again,
FILE CORRUPTED.
Panicked,
I log in to my
email account
where I've sent a third backup,
FILE CORRUPTED.
FILE CORRUPTED.
FILE CORRUPTED.
Gah. Sheer terror, straight to the heart. Yup.
ReplyDeleteI'm laughing, but if it was happening to me I wouldn't be! Wonderful job showing us the prompt in poem! - deb
ReplyDeleteugh....yeah....not fun at all....i still have nightmares about showing up to class on the day of the final and having never attended the class...
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