I..Am..Do-Nut-Boy...na na na na na na na na na na

[Posted by Ray Wendell -- JP is out of the office]

This has been a very stressful assignment for me.
First of all, since this is my first time as "Donut Boy", I felt the pressure to just remember to bring donuts. Then, JP asks me yesterday to send out the donut notice, and to send something "poetic".

So, to help me remember my assignment, I came up with the best memory jogger I could think of – replacing the opening riff of Black Sabbath’s "Iron Man" (one of my least favorite songs, actually) with "I..Am..Do-Nut-Boy...na na na na na na na na na na".

Of course, now I’ll have that God-awful song stuck in my head until at least noon.
The good news, though, is that unless you’ve given them up for Lent, the donuts are available in JP’s office (32C-415). And while this Lenten fact may not be poetic, you might find it interesting. The 40 days of Lent (between Ash Wednesday and Easter) do not include the Sundays. Count for yourself. I may be the last person on the distribution to know that, but in case you haven’t heard, there you have it. Must be something like the difference between Business days and Calendar days (which just goes to prove I’ve been thinking way to much about T1 provisioning interval SLAs).

And speaking of the 70’s, we’re having an "old school" selection this morning – Winchell’s, "Home of the warm, fresh donut"® . Not so warm, but pretty fresh.

Enjoy!

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