BOFH: Attack of the Global Corporate Overlords
Chaos at Mission Central
Time to break out the rubber chicken
"No time like the present!" the PFY says, firing up the VC unit.
"So, are we all here?" the geek from corporate asks, once everyone's spent about 10 minutes introducing themselves to each other and making small talk.
"Yes we are," I say. "All sorted. So what do you want to know?"
"Right, well, if you can login to our corporate portal sketchpad we’ll just get you to scratch out the rough outline of your systems."
"Sure," I say. "What's the address?"
He passes me the address and I bash it in, only to get nothing.
"It's telling me access denied."
"Oh, that'll just be a reverse DNS thing – just turn off your website blocking."
"We don't have any website blocking!"
"Oh, well don't worry, we'll sort that our once you’re on our thin clients."
"Thin clients? You know we're administrators?"
"Yes, yes, of course. Although we'll be moving you to our cloud while we merge systems you'll still have complete control – via the portal configurator – to increase and decrease the virtual server parameters as required."
merg ... port ..?
"Yes, complete control," the PFY echoes in slight state of shock.
"I can shoot you off an email with the link if you want," another geek says. "You can log into the demo configurator and play to your heart's content. What's your address? Just a minute though, I'll just fire up Lotus Notes."
Lotus fucking Notes!!!
Around this time I notice that the PFY's facial tic has moved into overdrive and his eye is probably signalling: "Kill 'em! Kill 'em all!" in Morse code.
And less than an hour later everything's back to normal and the PFY and I are back to work while the company has slumped into depression.
"Was it something I said?" the PFY asks.
"It could have been. It may have been the FatCock software you said we'd designed for our many clients, it may have been my recounting the number of times we'd been sued for personal injury in the past couple of years, the hint that our systems could fall over at any time and leave us liable for both consequential and exemplary damages far in excess of the value of the company, or it could be just you flashing that rubber chicken out your flies at opportune moments – we may never know."
"So we've lost our 20 per cent bonus?" he asks sadly.
"It looks like. Still, if it's important to you I'll switch the UPS off remotely several weekends in a row until the overtime's cranked up enough."
"Ah, the silver lining ..."
"Is often the chiller bag they choke you with ..." ®