[OT] : IT Christmas poem

[Vu Pham]

> 
> Twas the Night Before Implementation
> 
> Twas the Night Before Implementation, and all through the 
> house not a program was working, not even a browse.
> The programmers hung by their tubes in despair, with hopes 
> that a miracle soon would be there.
> 
> The users were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions 
> of enhancements danced in their heads.
> When out of the elevator arose such a clatter, I sprang from 
> my desk to see what was the matter.
> 
> And what to my wandering eyes should appear but a super 
> programmer (with a six pack of beer).
> His resume glowed with experience so rare, he turned out 
> great code with a bit pushers flair.
> 
> More rapid than engines, his programs they came, and he 
> whistled and shouted and called them by name:
> "On Update! On Add! On Inquiry! On Delete!
> On Batch Job! On Closing! On Functions Complete!"
> 
> His eyes were glazed over, fingers nimble and lean, from 
> weekends and nights spent in front of a screen.
> A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to 
> know that I had nothing to dread.
> 
> He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, turning 
> specs into code, then turned with a jerk, and laying his 
> finger upon the "enter" key, the system came up and worked perfectly.
> 
> The updates updated, the deletes they deleted, the inquires 
> inquired and the closings completed.
> He tested each program and tested each call, with nary an 
> UAE, all had gone well.
> 
> The system was finished, the tests were concluded, the users 
> last changes were even included.
> And the user exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt, "Its just 
> what I asked for, BUT ITS NOT WHAT I WANT!"
>