Servers Wild
by in Feature Articles on 2013-05-30Victor’s first task of the day was basic maintenance, applying OS patches and security updates to the staging servers under his wing. If nothing blew up after a day, he’d proceed to their production counterparts. The routine for each staging server update began with a blanket email notification to developers. If no one objected after 15 minutes, he’d install the patches and reboot.
Light from the rising sun had just started to glint off the herd of skyscrapers outside Victor’s window. That early in the morning, most of the people who might whine about needing five more minutes were crawling along the interstate or idling in an eight Hummer-deep Starbucks drive-thru. His first several updates completed without a hitch. Victor grabbed a quick cup of breakroom coffee during one of the reboot windows. Any time things went this smoothly, it sent his Murphy-sense tingling, but he forced himself to walk slowly and bask in the early-day calm.
Every job has its quirks. That’s what Kirk reassuringly told himself on his first day of work after meeting the company’s most egregious quirk, The Colonel. Kirk wasn’t quite sure if the impeccably-dressed man’s gruff introduction – which solely consisted of looking Kirk up, then down, then up again, and scoffing “that’s a pretty sad excuse for a Double Windsor” – was in jest or contempt, so he stuck with a the more palatable label of quirky. Fortunately, by the time Kirk realized that deranged was much more appropriate than quirky, he knew that he’d never have to personally work with The Colonel: the chain-of-command simply wouldn’t allow for it.