Hell is not a friendly place.
It is not fire and brimstone, nor is it full of the dearly departed. After the past 24 hours, I am convinced that Hell must be a call center. A call center manned by lobotomized quadriplegics with attention deficit disorder. With nothing but E-Machines, all running Windows ME. And every single customer has a mission critical problem requiring hand-holding to reconfigure their entire ME/2k network with Novell. And call queues of hundreds, who've been on hold for the last decade. And the owner of the company is pacing around like a rabid bull who can see red on the other side of the fence.
That's what Hell must really be like.
That's my job.