Jagdtiger can get a bit too mission/goal oriented at times. I found this on my computer (someone will one day explain to me how my wyrms learned how to type.) This is about RL incident at work. It certainly explains why the problem got fixed so fast.
H.G. Wells, my handler's gold Tesla and I were put in charge of keeping her work computer working. This usually is a pretty straight forward job, just un-FUBARing a circuit here or there or chasing a dust bunny out of an important system but one day it got very serious. She had just gotten a new desktop, keeping her old one working had become a matter of near sorcery given the horrible condition of the hard drive. Thankfully the horrible noise it made had alerted my handler and she had requested a new one...but her work place doesn't exactly move fast. We were so relieved, since the new desktop ran, well, like a new desktop should. Or so I thought...
"Where is my I drive?" Our handler said, out of nowhere. "I can't do any work without the information on the network drive." I looked up from my spot on her desk, suddenly feeling very worried. Had I missed something important when we had gotten to work that day?
"Well, guess I know how I am spending my day." Our handler said. "Sitting on hold, waiting for the IT department."
A mere hour and a half later, which my handler said was a record, someone picked up. After much troubleshooting, the person on the other end of the line said that there was something wrong with the server. Due to her extreme frustration with the computer, our handler spent most of her day away from her desk.
H.G. and I spent most of the day working our way through her desktop looking for something, anything, that would explain the problems with the network and ultimately found nothing. So I started planning to track down the problem at the other end of the network cable. H.G. thought this was a terrible idea. As much as I love H.G., who I think of as a sister, sometimes she comes across as less than interested in her job. She thought that our handler wasn't going to enjoy the idea of me taking a jaunt into unknown territory but it was my job to track down the problem. So I decided to follow the network line and see where it led. Thankfully for me, our handler was so frazzled, she agreed to let us stay and work on her computer over night, without much argument.
After determining the right cable to follow, which was relatively easy...all the other cables were plugged into a powerstrip, I started on my journey. The underside of the floor, where the cables run, was a horror. It is one of those raised floors and no one ever cleans under there. I saw dust bunnies the size of cats. I also found some forms from many years ago...I wonder if anyone knows those were under there. After much trekking through this jungle of detritus and wires, I found my way to the server room. That was where the fun started.
The server room was crawling with gremlins. After a bit of tinkering, using a horde of paperclips from under the floor, a few rubber bands and some metal of unidentifiable origin, I created several catapults to deal with the gremlins. I kind of wish I could have brought the tank model my handler has on her desk...but then I would have had to make it operational now that I think about it. Anyway, eventually I got the room cleared out. Then I started working my way through the servers, they were very neat things, but fairly simple once I figured out what was what. I finished repairing all the gremlin mess just as the humans who ran the server room during normal business hours appeared. I quickly escaped their possible notice and into the under floor area. Then I stopped and listened.
"What are these things?" One of the humans said.
"They look like models of catapults." Said another.
"How very strange."
I then squiggled my way back through the mess that is the under-the-floor and got back to my usual spot on our handler's desk. H.G. looked at me in utter horror.
"What the heck happened to you?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" I said, "I told you what I was planning."
"Yes but...you really should give yourself a good shake or three." She said. "You are covered in dust and fuzz and hair and...stuff I can't even identify."
"Oh." I gave myself a good shake and fluffed up my fur, then shook again. A huge cloud of dust enveloped us both. After it settled, I swept what was left off our handlers desk. I then curled up and went to sleep until our handler got to work. It had been a long night.
"Well, at least today I have my I drive." Our handler said once she logged into her computer. Her voice woke me up. Then she noticed the pile of detritus on the floor. "Where did that come from?"
"Uh...that would be from me." I said. "I took a little trip last night...but at least now I know why your computer wasn't working."
"Well, at least you got back safe and sound but please don't wander off again." She said. "I am really not supposed to have pets at work, let alone in the building after hours."
"But, at least you can work now." I said, sounding a bit like I was pleading.
"Thank you, just pleased don't wander off again without letting me know." She said. Then she went back to work and I resumed my usual computer patrol.