the million legged tech octopus
Cables. I fucking hate cables.

Every server and PC I deal with at work has at least 3; some have up to 10. Switches & routers are even worse. Blue ones, black ones, red ones, power ones, net ones, fibre, fibre channel, scsi, sas, serial, aaaaaaaargh. All wrapped around each other like some demeted bastard tentacled beast from HP Lovecraft, timewarped into the 21st Century. If you're lucky some of them might be labelled; worse is when they're mislabelled. There's nothing like spending a productive Saturday afternoon stuck at the data centre, tracking down an intermittant fault, which turns out to be a cocking cable only nine tenths plugged into the cunting cunt hole it is meant to mate with.

I actually looked into getting trained to splice fibre, because it's quite lucrative, and you get to sit in the back of the van playing with ends of fibre-optic bundles, while grunts dig up the road in the rain. Then I remembered, I fucking HATE CABLES.
(Simian Typewriter Supplies Pty. Ltd. is house hunting in the neighborhood of infinity, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 11:25, 2 replies)

With you all the way.
I am the go-to guy for cables in my office. I call myself the Crimpmaster General, or on bad days, the Cat 5 Cunt.
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 11:33, closed)

i agree....
with both of you....

fucking hate them!

same goes for any lead of any sort.....

why cant everything be wireless!
(Lip Up Fatty Fatty Reggae still loves BBQ food on, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 14:27, closed)