How bout some stuff from the field-work side of the desk.
I'm minding my own business, ransacking a stack of P2-era Gateway boxen (Decided to ditch them because the MB's are incredibly bitchy about RAM) for their HD's, CPU's, PSU's, CDROM's, floppy drives, RAM, and any removable plastic parts that will fit any of our other computers, peeling off identifying marks, applying red "DISPOSAL" tape and initialing the front panel of each, before placing them in a pile marked "FOR DISPOSAL."
Naturally I'm doing this in a classroom because god forbid they allow me into the computer storage area. It's SO much easier to haul them down the elevator on push carts, outside, up a loading ramp and into the only other room where I'm equipped to do such work. Some kid moseys up and goes "You're gonna get in trouble for writing on the computers!"
Another one it just... stupid on Gateway's part. This computer's power button is stuck in. I pop off the front panel and un-stick it, and proceed to press it again. It sticks in again. After careful examination, I determine that IT WAS DESIGNED THAT WAY. No plastic has been chipped off, nothing is worn down, IT CAME FROM THE FACTORY THAT WAY. I permanently removed the front panel (I attempted to fashion a crude fix out of a mobo standoff and some e-tape, and it worked, but it was too easy to knock out of place and jammed the button even worse when that happened)
Teacher with new mac complaining that an icon had dissapeared from the dock. Solution: Drag program onto dock.
A conversation between me and the "The Falcon". She's technically the librarian and IT manager, but all she does is unpack new purchases, tell people to call the helpdesk for help and keep track of our software licensing. I don't work under her, though.
<Me> I need to go install Photoshop upstairs
<Her> We're out of licenses. I can get another one from the county for $100 if you really need it.
<Me> Okay, I need Microsoft Office, then.
<Her> We're out of licenses.
<Me> It was already installed on this computer, but some diptard student uninstalled it somehow (I didn't bother explaining exactly how our entire system has been compromised because some tard found the password reset disk)
<Her> We're out of licenses.
<Me> Bah, fine.
I excused myself, and while walking out of her office, snatched the folder marked "MICROSOFT OFFICE" She didn't notice.
A conversation between myself and the IT kids that actually work under her, later that day when I returned the Office folder.
<Me> So, do you guys actually DO anything? Every time I'm here you're watching Jeopardy on tape or somthing.
<Kid 1> Nope. We aren't actually allowed to touch anything.
<Kid 2> Yeah, we just install printers for some teachers every once in awhile
<Kid 3> And move new computers around
<Kid 2> So, what exactly do YOU do?
<Me> I've written custom software, manage three of four of the labs, actually CARE FOR those labs (These guys admin the fourth lab, and the spyware and games just pile up), and about a billion and a half other things. I'm always busy.
<Kid 2> Ohmygod, do they pay you?
<Me> In a way.
<Kid 4> (This is some big whale of a nerd-chick-thing that's wanted to jump me since she found out how much I pwn) So why havn't you joined the tech club (That's what they call themselves)?
<Me> Because I do work. You don't. You guys get the credit, your names posted in the yearbook, hell, some dweeb even credited you guys for MY SOFTWARE in the school paper. I just do the work.
<Kid 4> But you should still join, for the perks
I shuddered and departed at best speed, terrible mental images creeping into my mind.