Fair enough; servicing non-maskable interrupt… now. You yank the door open. It's Nina from Corporate Accounts Receivable, wearing a ghastly yellow blouse and a perky expression totally out of place on this grey Server Migration Friday.
"Email's broken!" she chirps. As always, her voice is ten decibels louder than it needed to be. You think longingly of Starcraft 2, sitting on your porch in the driving rain. "And I can't check my email and I need my email and if email doesn't work then I…"
"I'll get on it. Have you seen my assistant?" you manage to interject.
"OK, just do that, because I need to…" Ignoring your question, she presses on, her crenellations of chatter impervious to verbal assault. Brilliant.
You manage to push the door closed as she stands there, her inchoate cheeping penetrating the steel door for moments longer before receding into the distance like a train in the night.
You know the mail server isn't down, or your smartphone (set up to monitor Nagios alerts — another fun project) would be going crazy. So what's she on about?
What do you do?