The hair lies strewn around the computer lab buried in the depths of the Communications Facility. All colors of hair, streaked with gray and with roots still attached, sway gently in the breeze created by the industrial HVAC system. A faint burning smell hung in the air explaining the haze hanging over the labs' denizen's.
The sound of shuffling papers, tapping toes and what resembles the chanting of a shaman fills the quiet of the smallish room filled with PCs. A gentle moan comes from the Grad Student slumped over the computer in the back of the lab. ERP...ERP...ERP, he mumbles. A thin trail of smoke trails from his ears as he thumbs through the configuration data for the Marshall Muffler project.
"Enterprise Resource Planning", he thinks, "more like a Plan for Ruining the Enterprise". The student across from him is mouthing the words, "Undocumented Features", over and over again while staring blankly at her screen. Another student suddenly screams with terror, "where's my inventory? I know I issued the purchase order...Oh God...where is it?"
Humor? No...it's real life in the subterranean world of an MBA student struggling to understand that which is inherently beyond understanding. Pray for us...please.
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