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Bet he doesn't even know what telnet is.

First of all, there is no room in our entire building numbered "170". Under our building's numbering scheme, it isn't even a valid room number. Secondly, it's Oracle JInitiator, not j inacitor. Thirdly...oh, to hell with it. Pass the Jack.

This gets a bit muddled with the obfuscating, but it's asking for a pair of employees to have access to Notes at the location they're temporarily occupying. Said location is without a computer. George knew this. Kill me.

I'll change her name to "Clueless Luser" and George's to "Bane of my Existence." Then, she'll be able to get her e-mails and everyone will be happy.

Did you ask her to try perhaps not listening to music and doing some work? Or are you too busy listening to music yourself?
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