As a misanthrope, I despise a number of people. But I do have my reasons for every single one of them. I know some people were wondering about the coworkers I despise. This is why I despise one of them, the storage guy, i.e., the guy I despise who in turn despises me.
Yesterday around 3pm, along with the other members in our team at work, I started getting pages from a number of system monitoring software. Seemingly servers were coming down in droves. So of course we didn’t believe the servers were really crashing, but we suspected network problem and let the computer operators notify the network group to investigate. Then we started getting email notifications from a slew of other servers notifying the disks were missing. They were losing disks left and right. We were like what the fuck is going on???
We scrambled to the data center, which by the way, we have to drive to get to, now that some ridiculously stupid managers decided it’s a swell idea to move the system administrators far away from where the systems are physically located because you know, wasting time is sorely underrated. We brought the servers back up, fixed the corrupt filesystems, started the applications, let the application group know so that they could verify. We ran around lightening speed, but like a well-oiled machine, systematically and methodically.
Came to find out the storage guy made a mistake trying to zone some SAN disks and caused this problem. But while we were running around staying late at work, guess what the guy who caused all this problem did? He went home on time, not filling out the required outage report, not filling in the managers on what happened. A coworker had to stay until after 2:00am this morning to recover one server, and he had to contact the storage guy, who did not answer the calls or pages until he was good and ready.
Today, I look at the outage report written by the despised, and instead of seeing “I made a mistake while working on…” sort of report, but “There appears to have been an issue with the SAN coonnectivity…” sort of lies. And that’s the kind of person he is. Can you blame me for my contempt towards this guy?


you have all the reason!
Ugh. People make me sick.
Unfortunately, that is the norm rather than the exception, it takes a very strong, secure individual to say “I made a mistake”.
AARRGH!