the FBI is here, it must be Monday

Just when it seemed that this engagement couldn't get any more exciting (bomb threats, fist fights, network crashes, and Thursday and Friday spent in a political battle with the company that bought my company because they thought I was somehow infringing on them - read, selling stuff that they won't get a commission on - causing them to talk bad about me to my customer, who told them to fuck off, which is why I'm still working for them even though it's 9 PM and I haven't eaten yet) I get in to the office today and find...the FBI.

Here's what happened. A bank was bombed in Oregon (http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5h3NkOmNbgySlywqhyoTVETQY9f_wD953EN981). The bomber used a cell phone from the company I am working with. So the FBI on Saturday tried to contact the company through the sales reps to find an IT person who could help them trace who owned the phone. The sales reps, being in sales and therefore being idiots (see above paragraph) couldn't give them a contact.

So, an enterprising Oregon State Police officer resorted to going out to facebook and doing a search on the company's name. He found T, a guy I work with, who just happened to list on his facebook page that he is an IT admin for the company. The police officer called him immediately. T, being an IT guy, and therefore having little common sense and social skills, figured the whole thing was a joke and acted like an asshole to the guy.

So then the FBI called him. T behaved the same way. Meanwhile a sales rep had finally had one moment of intelligence and called the legal department, who called T's boss, and T had to go into the office to help them locate the information late Saturday and again on Sunday. When I was there the FBI was just finishing up. T was hoping his name would get in the papers but any further information about the incident, other than the guy was tracked via a cell phone, will not be released to the public, at least not at this point.

Drama, drama, drama...