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I knew all of my jobs would be done when I arrived in work this morning, since they were 4-hour deals and I’d started them on Thursday. You can imagine my surprise, then, when I idly checked the bio machines and found one of my jobs was still running. Not only was it running, but it had neatly clogged the temp drive of the machine.

Last time this happened someone mailed the group list and said, effectively, “Dixie’s a moron and is making our jobs crash.” Before mailing me, of course, and the idea of just calling me and telling me to stop my damn job probably never crossed her mind. I wouldn’t even have known, except I wandered down to my office on a whim after a late-night party (it was a Saturday night). As you can see, I’m still a bit bitter over this.

This time, the wayward job was confined to a little-used linux machine that no one cared about. So both it and I ran happily unmolested until I discovered it this morning and killed it.

That’s the best part of my job, really. I can say I killed things and not have to worry about people calling the police. That, and the fact that I managed to screw up royally and not get in trouble over it. For once.