Admin ... Speak...

[Deep C]

Last night was tough to sleep... Some time in the evening our beloved administrator let out a mayday yelp... Some missed it some didn't. Those of us with cat like reflexes sprang to action... We tried to come to the rescue of our obviously troubled button pusher... Calls were made, Pm's shot out but no reply from the E man...
Later in the evening a second distress signal was sent up... Something was cooking but again no replies.
Several times Missus Deep had to kick me to get me to stop thrashing. In my sleep world I was torn between being a mako and trying to save my buddy and yours , Admin.
Yes the sleep was a fitful one. By day break I was forced vertical by cramped legs. Cramped from running in my sleep trying to find him. I felt like Forrest Gump in the jungle when Lieutennant Dan didn't want him to go back in the woods cause of an impending air strike "I gotta find Bubba". Direct order disobeyed. Over and over I went back in but unlike Gump, did not find our own Bubba...

Now nearly a day later, the numbers on my nokia and letters on my keyboard have been worn to unreadable. No word from the all high and mighty one.
So admiral Admin speak... Tell us of your woes, what troubles you my young man? Why postal? Why the desire to kill? Why choose picker instead of somebody really cranky like me to go killing with? Whats cookin?

It can't be me... I have called nobody a scum sucking dooshbag for days... I have not called you Butterball since your diet maked maked improvement. I havn't said circle hook in nearly a month. You have a family here wanting to help... Use us... Speak!

[clt_capt]

Yeah - What he said.

Admin - you put up with all of our crap, so let us help

[B.C.]

I was at off the hook this morning and he was not there.