Friday, November 17, 2000
Incuring the wrath of a sysadmin
I got into some mild trouble at The Company yesturday for some email I sent out on Wednesday.
I'm supposed to be on a department mailing list but I haven't received anything. My boss E said I was supposedly added, so I sent the following message to the list:
I hate subjugating all of you with a test message, but I just have to know if I am actually getting email that is being sent to —-@—-.— and this is the only way I know of testing that. Well, short of breaking into the mail server and checking the alias file myself and I certainly don't want to incure the wrath of SA by doing that.
I thought the list would only go to our department.
Well, make assumptions and all that.
Apparently the head sysadmin, sorry, Chief Technical Resource is also on the list and got miffed at the slight I make towards SA:
Could you please discuss the e-mail below with Sean. The comments that he makes are inappropriate.
The Chief Technical Resource then forwarded it my my boss's boss, who said (to my boss):
I agree, if he was serious in his comments I consider this a serious issue. E, we need to address this with him and also talk to your group about security emphasis. Let me know when we talk to him.
My boss wan't that upset—he himself got “a talk” about a comment he made during my interview. Nice to know some people around here have a sense of humor.
Time adjustment
The other day the security guard asked if (or when) I had time, could I reset the clock on the security recorders, as they were about two hours fast. I got into work a bit early, the security guard was making his rounds and I had nothing better to do, so I dug out the manual and made the time change.
A few minutes later the phone rings. It's the security guard. He was me playing around with the time on another set of monitors by the front door and wanted to know what was going on …
That Much
I am seriously bummed. I missed talking to her by that much! on AIM.
Crying Wolf
Information wants to be free, but information providers want to be paid.
Scripting News, Let's cough up the cash for Web content
While I like the idea in general, I love the quote.
More Urban Decay
Lights started flashing and this annoying buzzing sound filled the office. I looked over to my fellow cow-orker. “It's the fire alarm,” he said.
“Does that mean we have to lock our workstations before leaving?”
“Yes.”
Work stations thus locked, we ambled out with the rest of the night crew into the early morning air. The entire building is abuz with the fire alarm and the security guard is running around getting everybody out and trying to locate the the cause. The skeletal crew mill about, joking about what the cause might be.
Some ten minutes later a fire truck arrives, pulls into the parking lot, does a U-turn and leaves. A minute later the alarms go silent. The crew start their migration back inside The Company.
Our enforced break is now over.
I'm glad I took pictures of Solar Testing Services Inc. As I drove home the field was clear of the posts and workmen were demolishing the building.
