VGOM Adventure: The Case of the Shocking Smile Factory

Mexico City.

Land of tacos, traffic, and… toothpaste.

But at Colgate Palmolive HQ, the smiles were fading. Their sprawling network—built on mighty Cabletron hubs and a jungle of coax Ethernet—was acting like a telenovela star: dramatic, unpredictable, and prone to sudden breakdowns.

Entire departments would vanish from the network mid-email. Printers stopped printing. Fax machines stopped… faxing. And in the breakroom, someone swore the coffee machine refused to connect to anything.

That’s when they called him.

The Guardian. The Fixer. The man whose cape comes with its own IP address.

VGOM.

Scene 1 – The Data Center of Doom

VGOM strolls into the main data center like he owns the place. His eyes narrow at a towering metal raceway running up the wall—like a shiny ladder to network chaos.

Inside? Hundreds of coax runs, each lovingly joined with metal barrel connectors.

A rookie would see cables.

VGOM saw the smoking gun.

Scene 2 – The Magnetic Mystery

The local tech team explains the riddle:

“Señor VGOM… the problem is worse when we put the metal cover on. It squeezes the cables together.”

VGOM’s jaw drops.

They were basically running Ethernet inside a giant Faraday blender.

With every cover snap, electromagnetic interference skyrocketed. Packets died tragic, anonymous deaths. Somewhere, a TCP handshake went unanswered.

Scene 3 – The Rubber Revelation

In one fluid motion, VGOM produces his Utility Belt of Glory™ and whips out… rubber grommets.

He doesn’t just install them—he installs them like a master chef plating a Michelin-star meal.

One by one, the barrel connectors are wrapped in glorious non-conductive protection. The cables now sit like royalty in their rubber thrones.

Scene 4 – The Victory Lap

The metal cover goes back on.

The lights on the hubs dance in perfect sync, like the Bellagio fountains in Vegas.

Across the building, network traffic flows. Emails soar. Orders process. Coffee brews. Smiles return.

The Colgate Palmolive execs try to thank him, but VGOM is already halfway out the door, cape fluttering, mumbling something about a “weird hum” in a Brazilian shampoo factory.

Another outage slain. Another day saved.