Not quite on topic but:
Reminds me of when I wrote a new "view" for a database at work, when I tried to install the view I found I could not remotely access the appropriate server because of some problem. So I saved the view on a shared network drive and went to the server room to complete the installation.

It was a quick copy and paste and an opportunity to rid myself of a good quantity of unwanted methane. The server room was small and had its own air conditioning system and so I thought that the stench (it was a bit rank!) would be gone by the time someone else came along.

I locked the door behind me and went back to my desk. A few minutes later one of the IT guys turned up and opened the door to the server room. His anguished choking cries brought the problem to the attention of my boss, but I said nothing and just carried on with my work silently shaking with laughter!
( Vambo, Sun 22 Feb 2009, 17:58, 1 reply)

In that very room....
in the old days of broadcast an engineer would be riding all the cameras in the studio for colour and exposure while the programme was being made, and back in the apparatus room mission control for all the studios was a late and an early man. Lunchtime was swap over and late man came in at 12 for lunch relief then went to get his when early man was back UNLESS it was agreed in at 1 having eaten, or there was problem early man was holding together and would take too long to explain in the time before they broke the studio for lunch.

I came in at 12 and there was minor problem so that my oppo said go first I`ll be done in 35 mins.

So nothing unusual, into the social club for a wet and a wad ( pint and bar sandwich/ploghmans....)

The night before i had been on the pop with some friends, and the well known kebab monster had hit, but apart from kebab mouth when i woke up, all was fine. 2 pints of youngs finest ale started to catalyse a reaction.
Got back at 1, got the rundown of what i had to fix and while I was standing there, I "seeped" a silend fart that warmly eased itself out and it was a long one that I just knew had to be very smelly. " sorry Col" what for? still no smell. Behind the bays was "fuck me! smells like a rats died!" the aircon/fans, wafted it away through the ceiling plenum and down with the cold air no one else standing around me caught a whiff but 20 feet away replugging a piece of temp gear the poor sod got it nearly pure.
(tootired Is searching for a funny sig, nothing good so far, Tue 24 Feb 2009, 21:35, closed)