I swear, one of these days...
So last night just failed. Completely.
The plan was drive my dad's car back from the auto shop, do more precalc, then meet up with all of you.
However, around 4:45 I get a call from work, urgent, I need to come in right away. So I drive down, and walk in the door to see about 2 dozen very angry men in expensive business suits. I'm told momentarily after I walk in the back that the main server went down several hours earlier no none of these people can access their servers they have on this particular box, as it IS the main one, at which point the conversation went something like this:
Lenny: "So we've got a fully functional backup with all of their services running fine, but we've got a slight problem. You see, we've recently been using terminal based security, so that if a login doesn't route through this exact box located on a specific network port, their login gets rejected. Now we would just switch the two machines, but, seeing as the replacement doesn't have the same authentication on it as the old one, that would force us to change the network configuration on every single machine in this building. So instead, I'm going to have you go out and rewire the box outside to route the network traffic in a way that the server still beleives that it's passing through the correct machine."
Me: "...Are you fucking kidding me? It's like 40 below out there and there's a good 200 CAT-5 ports in that box!"
Lenny: "Take the onsite laptop over there if you need it, it's basically water proof."
Me: "......"
(At this point I'm also handed a flashlight.)
Me: "Dare I even ask why we have that thing located on the OUTSIDE of the building?"
Lenny: "No idea, the previous users of the building had it there and I guess the new administration didn't want to put a new one inside."
Yeah.
So I head out into the pouring rain right as it's basically pitch black to rewire a 220 port network routing box located on the outside back of the building.
And Lenny thought it was just that funny to get a picture of me doing it.
Rather dark, he didn't use a flash.
I'd better get paid extra for that.
End result: My excellent CHS hoodie is soaked more so than if I threw it into a pool, along with the rest of my clothes. Anyway, sorry I couldn't make it last night.
The plan was drive my dad's car back from the auto shop, do more precalc, then meet up with all of you.
However, around 4:45 I get a call from work, urgent, I need to come in right away. So I drive down, and walk in the door to see about 2 dozen very angry men in expensive business suits. I'm told momentarily after I walk in the back that the main server went down several hours earlier no none of these people can access their servers they have on this particular box, as it IS the main one, at which point the conversation went something like this:
Lenny: "So we've got a fully functional backup with all of their services running fine, but we've got a slight problem. You see, we've recently been using terminal based security, so that if a login doesn't route through this exact box located on a specific network port, their login gets rejected. Now we would just switch the two machines, but, seeing as the replacement doesn't have the same authentication on it as the old one, that would force us to change the network configuration on every single machine in this building. So instead, I'm going to have you go out and rewire the box outside to route the network traffic in a way that the server still beleives that it's passing through the correct machine."
Me: "...Are you fucking kidding me? It's like 40 below out there and there's a good 200 CAT-5 ports in that box!"
Lenny: "Take the onsite laptop over there if you need it, it's basically water proof."
Me: "......"
(At this point I'm also handed a flashlight.)
Me: "Dare I even ask why we have that thing located on the OUTSIDE of the building?"
Lenny: "No idea, the previous users of the building had it there and I guess the new administration didn't want to put a new one inside."
Yeah.
So I head out into the pouring rain right as it's basically pitch black to rewire a 220 port network routing box located on the outside back of the building.
And Lenny thought it was just that funny to get a picture of me doing it.
Rather dark, he didn't use a flash.
I'd better get paid extra for that.
End result: My excellent CHS hoodie is soaked more so than if I threw it into a pool, along with the rest of my clothes. Anyway, sorry I couldn't make it last night.