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?
Yes, you in the blue Chrysler Town & Country with the license plate that says “CLST MKR” inside the plate frame that says “Closets N More”.
You with two stickers on your rear windshield, one of a picture of a Schnauzer, another of the New York Yankees’ interlocking NY logo.
Yes, you, who were driving on the westbound Long Island Expressway this RAINY morning during rush hour on the leftmost lane, conversing with your friend on the next lane through the open windows, who by the way, squeezed dangerously in and out of the lanes with no regards to other drivers just to flag you down.
Yes, you. You are a fucking idiot. Please share this message with your friend.
Today’s traffic wasn’t that bad, ‘I might actually get to work on time today’, I thought, sitting in my car waiting for the cars to move forward on Long Island Expressway around exit 41S. The car in front of me started moving when I heard the sound of a crash behind me, BOOM! I saw through the rear view mirror a white SUV jerking forward a few cars behind me, and I heard the subsequent series of a car bumping into another one coming closer and closer while I looked for a way out, slowly moving forward following the car in front of me. There was no way out. The next boom was the sound of my car getting hit. I was rear ended. The car in front of me escaped this 5-car pile up and my car was in the front of the pile up. ‘Crud. I should have passed that car when I had the chance’, I thought looking longingly at the rear of the car driving away from me, since then I would have escaped this accident.
It’s a pretty funny feeling knowing that I’m going to be in an accident a few seconds ahead, see it and hear it coming, but there is nothing I can do to avoid it. That kinda shook me up. And I sat there shaking for a couple of minutes. Fortunately I’m not hurt, no bumps, no whiplash, no nothing, my head didn’t even jerk. The only thing messed up is the rear bumper of my car, which is bent a little – my car being a Jeep Wrangler, the front part of the car behind me looked pathetic having said hello to my Wrangler’s steel bumper. Other than the bent bumper, there is not one scratch as the result of this accident.
The idiot who started the pile up obviously wasn’t paying attention since there was no excuse for it – there was no hard break involved. I didn’t even get a good look at the idiot or his car since the cops showed up surprisingly fast and directed everybody to stay in the car. Now I’m left with the hassle of going to the police precinct and pay $10 to get the accident report, and contacting the idiot’s insurance company next week and getting the bumper fixed.
I need a vacation.
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