Our remote office emailed yesterday, saying that their fax machine and Postage meter machine was not getting a dial tone, and they think the plug is broken.
So, I load up my telco toys and run up this morning to figure out what could have happened to make two ports stop working.
I get there, and am informed that they moved some stuff around. RED LIGHT. I guess I brought my toys for nothing.
The original set up had the fax machine and postage machine plugged into a splitter and the splitter plugged into the wall, despite there being ***3*** phone ports in easy access in the copy room. Apparently only the one is active, as I found out by the fax machine magically faxing after leaving it plugged into the good port.
So, what happened, I guess, is that they plugged everything in correctly, but broke off the prong that held the phone cord in the postage machine. Thus, the postage machine couldn't call home and get them more postage. Thus, everything was broken.
So they unplugged the splitter, and plugged the bad cable into the good port, and plugged the fax machine into a network port. Then called me in to clear up the cluster frack.
:: curls up in a ball, and rocks, whispering, "Job security, job security, job security" ::
So, I load up my telco toys and run up this morning to figure out what could have happened to make two ports stop working.
I get there, and am informed that they moved some stuff around. RED LIGHT. I guess I brought my toys for nothing.
The original set up had the fax machine and postage machine plugged into a splitter and the splitter plugged into the wall, despite there being ***3*** phone ports in easy access in the copy room. Apparently only the one is active, as I found out by the fax machine magically faxing after leaving it plugged into the good port.
So, what happened, I guess, is that they plugged everything in correctly, but broke off the prong that held the phone cord in the postage machine. Thus, the postage machine couldn't call home and get them more postage. Thus, everything was broken.
So they unplugged the splitter, and plugged the bad cable into the good port, and plugged the fax machine into a network port. Then called me in to clear up the cluster frack.
:: curls up in a ball, and rocks, whispering, "Job security, job security, job security" ::

for you.
I AM the evil bastard!


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