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I'm fine tuning the satellite WAN antenna and encryption system when my
e-mail client signals a message. I turn from the calibration screen (and
US Military movie channel that it has unfortunately become irrevocably
locked on to), and check the message.
To receive a message is strange as my normal e-mail address simply
discards messages once it's forwarded the sender's e-mail address on to
several bulk e-mail marketing lists.
Examining the message, I find it appears to have come from inside the
company. Strange, as my e-mail address is known to no-one but the
pimply-faced-youth. I know it's not from the PFY as he's organising the
distribution of the recently delivered phone directories.
Curiouser and curiouser ...
Further examination reveals that the e-mail has in fact come from the
new helpdesk (alias helldesk) software which has trolled the password
file of the mail server to build its recipient list. The message itself
is anathema to me - a helldesk request.
I hate helldesk software, always have. The thought of some piece of
software not accepting the resolution date of 'When I get around to it,
if I get around to it' annoys me intensely. Intensely.
So intensely, I log in to the helldesk server.
Twenty minutes later, one of its users calls me.
"Hi, it's the helpdesk here. We were wondering if you knew what's up
with our server?"
"No idea," I reply. "Why?"
"Well it's got very slow on updating entries."
"Really? Perhaps it's just poorly designed software with limited
scaleability," I reply, whipping a couple of convenient buzzwords out of
the bag.
"Check to see if it changes over time - it could just be running some
internal journalling procedure."
"Oh, of course! Okay, thanks."
She rings off and I crank up the disk-exerciser software from 80 per
cent activity to 95 per cent and wind the seek distance from 'Minimal'
to 'Potentially Destructive'.
Luckily, I have a patched version of the exerciser which doesn't enforce
the standard 15-minute time limit on destructive testing. Well - lucky
for some, in any case.
"Five quid says it won't last the night," I call to the PFY.
"No deal," the PFY replies, after checking out my 'testing' parameters,
remembering all too well the extremely high failure rate of the disks we
'tested' for the beancounters prior to installation. Eighty-seven per
cent within the first month if I remember correctly. And the real
tragedy was that they installed an incompatible version of their desktop
back-up software too.
Still, a lot of them probably needed the late night typing practice.
Sure enough, the next day there's a very unfortunate head crash on the
helldesk server, and everything grinds to a halt. The boss takes a
personal interest in the events, but can find no evidence of foul play.
I notice that he is personally looking after the helldesk software tape
and not trusting the tape library. Hmmm.
I give the PFY the boss's new Yellow Pages to deliver. We share a
knowing glance ...
The helldesk server is reinstalled and configured and its entries are
re-keyed. A repeat of yesterday's e-mail message arrives in my e-mail
queue, just as I notice one of my cron jobs on the server getting stuck
in an infinite loop and setting the clock back by five minutes. Every
five minutes. But I'm sure the helldesk resolution alarms won't be
affected ...
Dedicated to the cause, I call in on the boss.
"I thought I'd just take the helpdesk software tape to the tape
library," I offer helpfully.
He hands it over and I accidentally drop it on the floor. In my
enthusiasm to pick it up it gets crushed by a chair leg. Four times.
I look up to see the boss's smiling visage. In his hand is a tape
indelibly marked 'Helpdesk Software Backup'.
"Wasn't born yesterday," he smirks, placing the tape down on the only
cleanish area of his desk - on top of a recently delivered Yellow Pages.
A brief 'hmm' later, I exit the office.
Getting back to my office, I refire up the disk exerciser at 97 per cent
and 'Definitely Destructive'.
The next day, horror of horrors, the helldesk server encounters another
head crash. I go straight to the boss's office.
"I just thought I'd take the helpdesk software tape to the technicians
so that they can reinstall it," I say.
The boss smiles and shakes his head sadly.
"Oh," I respond. "Well, in that case, I'll just get back to work. You
haven't seen the portable bulk eraser have you? I'm concerned because
it's really sensitive to shocks and things. That's why I made it a
protective case out of one of our left over Yellow Pages ..."
The boss's face takes on a slightly pasty look as he glances at the
phone book on his desk.
"Ah ... that must be it," I say, and wander out of his office, having
found my missing hardware.
Play with fire, get burnt ...
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