So, I was reading bofh and it directly related to two work stories. But first, the text of the inspiration:
"I don't know what you got away with before, but this was just irresponsible. What were you thinking?"
"OK," the PFY says, getting serious. "The thoughts were vaguely
this: We have an old piece of kit which stays up about as much as a
prostitutes underpants. Everyone in the company uses it, it's complete
crap and countless hours of work have been lost pounding away at it.
"So we FINALLY get to replace the kit, which means we can rip out the box, remove all the aged terminal servers and all the terminals."
"And PLACE them in the bin."
"We had that option, yes. But we thought - rightly so, as it
happened - that there would be people in the company who might want to
express their discontent in some physical manner by dropping, hurling
or in some cases
screaming-wailing-gnashing-of-teeth-accompanied-punting these units off
the roof into the skip. And it went down a treat"  
"No it didn't! It was a complete shambles! The side street was
absolutely littered with broken plastic, glass and pieces of metal"
"Yeah, it was fantastic!"
 My official title at the school was simply computer technician.
Unofficially, I was also a floor restorer, mover, pipe threader, cable
installer, and construction worker. This story deals with construction worker.
So, we have this new office to move into, called the tower. It is
currently full of clothes from eons of drama performances. Accordingly,
the fire marshall required a firewall between flammable costume
supplies and the only exit from that floor; namely the stairs.
But with the costumes gone and technical equipment up, that means we can remove the firewall, right?! OK!
Computer techs naturally have stresses they need to work out, and
pounding a sledge into a huge sheetrock wall certainly was fun. But
now, what to do with all these hunks of sheetrock and wood studs? I
know! Lets throw them off the roof, to land in the atrium between the
auditorium and the red hall.
Right, that went over like a lead balloon. Apparently students were
planting stuff down there, which were throughly destroyed by a metric
ton of gypsum board. Maintenance didn't much appreciate it either. Yet
another nail in my former former bosses coffin, there.
 We had an extremely old crappy IBM RS/6000 which used to run
student records, and was occasionally still used to pull up bizarre
reports and transcripts. It was a living hell to IPL (Initial Program
Load - IBMspeak for boot), backup, restore, or even get net access to,
especially since all the IBM 3270s were long gone. Finally the day came
that we could eliminate it, but first, we had to ensure that the data
was throughly wiped. We removed the hard drive, took an 18" long
carbide tipped 3/4" masonry bit, and ran it through the hard drive
platters a half dozen times. Then we stuck a Kryptonite lock through a
drill hole and intra-district mailed it to the student information
system administrator with a note reading "Old Lockway data now safe
from prying eyes."