FYI: Technology and Snot Don’t Mix

The following is a true account of what happens when snot meets technology. Despite our most incredible advances, it is crucial for technology to remain snot-free.

Consider this a Public Service Announcement…

It happened when I was working in Colorado at a small weekly newspaper for cattlemen and ranching. I knew nothing about cattlemen or ranching, but I had a college degree and I minored in Journalism. Apparently that was a first for this small town. They hired me immediately.

Besides myself in the role of assistant editor, there was a graphic designer, a couple ad reps, wp_20161003_17_13_24_proa circulation clerk, a part-time IT guy, and our boss, the Managing Editor from Hell.

If I were to tell you everything about our Managing Editor from Hell (hereafter known as MEH), you would say, “Aw, come on! No boss is that bad!”

To which I would chuckle and say, “Oh, you sweet innocent thing. How I envy you.”

Anyway, on to the snot incident.

It was after lunch. I was working away quietly, doing the whole editing thing. Plugging in ads, cutting articles, destroying journalistic dreams. The usual stuff.

When… Boom! My m, n, and space bar stopped working. Just like that! It was the weirdest thing!

Weirder still, our part-time IT guy was in the office.

Usually he’d pop in at the end of the day, pounce on our computers the moment we left, ‘clean up’ files, delete fonts, level whole cities with a single mouse-click.

Then the next day, when nothing worked as it should, he’d sweep back in and put things aright.

MEH thought he was a genius.

It was really odd he was there in the middle of the day, in the presence of so many witnesses. I hated the idea of calling him over, so first I rebooted, then unplugged the keyboard, plugged it back in… no good.

Dangit!

“Um… Trevor?” (Yeah. His name was Trevor.)

“Yo.” (Yeah. He said Yo.)

IT guy
This is Trevor, as I remember him. I can’t draw hands, so all you get is a face.

I explained the issue.

“Did you try rebooting?”

I said I did. He did it anyway.

“Sometimes if you unplug the keyboard…”

I said I did. He did it anyway.

“Hmm. This is a tricky one.” He left for a bit and came back with a another keyboard. Where he got it, I know not.

“You can use this one for now. I’ll take yours apart and see what I can find.”

A half hour elapses.

MEH calls me into her office. She tells me to sit down.

Trevor has my keyboard dismantled on the table in front of him.

“Have you been eating at your desk?” MEH asks. Her tone is accusatory. She has a strict rule against eating or drinking at our desks. No coffee and donuts for us. Not even bread and water.

“Of course not,” I say, watching Trevor as he grabs a box of tissues.

“What about drinks? Have you had any soda at your desk?”

“Nope. Don’t touch the stuff.”

MEH leans across the table and gives me her steeliest glare. “When Trevor opened the keyboard, there was liquid in there. Lots of liquid. I wonder… if you’re not drinking at the desk — which you shouldn’t be — how did it get there? Hmm?”

I swallow hard. “Um… ”

Trevor pulls out a tissue and starts dabbing between the keys.

The tissue jogs my memory. Right before lunch, I experienced the most sudden, most explosive of sneezes…

Sneeze
See what I mean about hands? At least I did okay drawing snot.

It was one of those volcanic sneezes that just blasts with no warning, you know? Spewing forth nasal discharge at incredible speed, with a volume of mucus far greater than your delicate little nose should be capable of holding.

We’re talking a sneeze of tremendous snot magnitude. The kind that takes several tissues to mop up. Though of course, it’s easy to miss a puddle or two.

“I haven’t the slightest idea how it got there,” I tell MEH.

Trevor picks up the keyboard and sniffs. “There’s no smell to it. Is it water?”

I shrug.

Trevor shrugs. “Well, at least it’s colorless.”

(Ah. That’s good. No sinus infection.)

“Can’t imagine how this happened,” I say.

“Oh, can’t you?” MEH demands. “We have rules in this office, you know.”

Trevor turns the board over and taps, a small river pours onto the table. “Whatever it is, there’s a lot of it.”

(Well, it was a helluva sneeze.)

“Can you fix it?” MEH asks.

Trevor sighs. “I’ll do what I can, but no promises. We’ll probably wind up replacing it.”

MEH glares at me.

I return to my desk with repeated orders of no food or drink. I swore I would continue to follow them, just as always.

No promises on sneezing, though. Some things you can’t control.

Technology + Snot = No Good

Author: C. J. Hartwell

Christi lives in Phoenix with Husband, Son, Daughter, and Dog. She enjoys moonlit walks on the beach, but as she doesn't live anywhere near a beach, she's usually in bed by 9:30.

22 thoughts on “FYI: Technology and Snot Don’t Mix”

  1. Early in my tech career, I worked at a computer repair depot and my job was to fix keyboards. Mostly, I just opened them up, shook out the dirt, dunked them in a freon tank (that’s how long ago it was – freon was still legal), put them back together and presto they worked. We did receive one that someone had spilled a can of coke on – couldn’t fix that one as the coke dissolved the copper connections and some of the plastic parts.

    As I recall, no one admitted to sneezing on a keyboard.

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    1. It was very likely Trevor didn’t know the freon trick. More likely, he was just loathe to do actual work and figured MEH could buy a new keyboard instead. So many possibilities.
      Would anyone admit they sneezed on a keyboard? I mean, other than on a blog of course.

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  2. I don’t like this Trevor character and I think he sabotaged your keyboard so he wouldn’t have to do any real work.
    And you just happened to foil his plans. I’ll bet he’s in prison now!

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    1. Thanks, Claudette!
      This was the result of a current coworker telling me how she dropped some glue onto her keyboard. I said, “I got you beat!” After I told the story (and we laughed hysterically), she told me it was blog-worthy. 😀

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  3. I really enjoyed this one, especially in regards to the gusto with which you embraced what could have been a very slippery (ahem) plot point, diving in with literary guns blazing. Clever boldness looks good on you! And now, with lovely and graphic visions in my head, I’m off to make dinner! 😉

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    1. Thanks, Brian! I admit, I had plenty of misgivings over this. I’ve always been such a tidy person, you know? And I like to think I have a reputation of being… well… clean!
      Hope your meal was a satisfactory and slime-free one. 🙂

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  4. This story reminds me of this time I went to the restroom, thankfully only a number one. I went to grab my bag off a shelf that hung over the toilet and knocked off someone else’s necklace. I knew I couldn’t flush it, but I wasn’t sure what to do, so I asked another girl for help. She got a plastic bag and reached in to grab it and then washed it in the sink. Turns out, another girl had been looking for it and it was a gift from her husband. That was nice and all, but we also had to tell her it had been in pee toilet water….. I still feel awkward about that.

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    1. Oh no! I feel for the woman, but I think I feel more for you! That sounds truly mortifying! 😧
      I think if we were to open a forum to discuss past bathroom embarrassments, we’d have a slew of gross stories shared. So…. we’ll be skipping that. 😀

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