The Geek from I.T.

I was working away – was a most-fruitful day,

the best that I’d had in a while,

I’d made quite a dent with the time that I spent

on a huge architectural-file.

The version of CAD that my company had

was a little bit ancient – it seemed.

My pace would increase with the latest release,

but for now – that was only a dream.

My vintage display caused my eyes to decay

so I got up to grab me some brew –

and when I returned, in a panic I learned

that my screen had become solid-blue.

I stared for a bit – then reality hit,

it wasn’t the screen that had crashed,

it had been quite a while since I backed up the file,

so my drawing was probably trashed.

I was still in denial that I’d lost the whole file

so I hit the return once or twice,

and I tried to re-boot, but my effort was moot,

up to now – I was rolling the dice.

I’d run out of rope and was losing all hope,

I was down as a draftsman could be,

I was technically-weak and I needed a geek

so I put in a call to I.T.

My call made it through to the person who knew

about everything ending in “net,

but he wouldn’t commit – said I had to submit

a request that was saved to diskette.

I explained to the guy that I couldn’t comply,

my machine didn’t work like it should.

He replied with a snort – that he’d draft the report

and would drop by as soon as he could.

A few minutes more – came a knock at my door

and a very young man would appear

with casual-clothes, a ring in his nose

and a grommet installed in his ear.

He didn’t declare a professional air –

he looked like he’d been in a gang,

by the questions he asked, he was up to the task –

 I could tell by his technical slang.

In less than an hour, he’d dismantled my tower

and scattered the parts on the floor,

there were boxes with cords and a few circuit-boards

that were likely assembled offshore.

His major concern was a part that was burned

so he took out some tools that he had,

and a weird little man with a surgical-hand

then extracted the one that was bad.

He reached in his belt for a box lined with felt

that contained a new chip from Intel.

It was greatly improved from the one he removed,

and a model the stores didn’t sell.

With the turn of some screws and a flip of the fuse

my machine – once again, was alive!

Then the guy from I.T. bore a special CD –

said he needed to boot from the drive.

Before I could blink, I was back in the pink

and my saver was back on the screen.

When the icons appeared – it was just as I feared,

my file was nowhere to be seen.

With his small, girlish-hands – he typed some commands

and the cursor went off on its own,

but when it came back, my file was intact –

thanks to him, I’d be sleeping at home.

He filtered my spam, expanded the RAM –

added stuff that he said I would need.

When everything slowed, he entered some code

that magically doubled my speed.

Some things he’d do – he performed in plain view

and some things he kept to himself.

He looked up some specs and he ran a few checks,

then he gave me a clean bill of health.

I was saved from despair by a guy with long hair,

from a loss that would cost me a week.

‘Cause despite his odd style, he recovered my file

 – I was saved by the power of GEEK!