|Why are server rooms like airplanes?
||[Sep. 25th, 2003|03:47 pm]
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So, here I am, sitting in a cold server room. A server room which happens to be on the outskirts of Gloucester. I'm sat here, prodding a couple of servers, being cold, listening to the whine of fans
"This is like being on a plane" I think. And why, might you well ask. Well, it's heavily air-conditioned, to a temperature that's slightly to cold for people, just as you find on most long-haul flights. There is that ever present whiring / blowing noise that might be engines, might be air conditioning, might be both. Then there's the table I'm working at - not big enough. The near lack of service (i.e. I can't find the coffee machine....). The excessive security checks required to get yourself to where you are (though, to be fair, they didn't xray my bags or anything, as happened in much of the US for far less sensitive places).
On the plus side, I have STUPIDILY fast internet access, which makes a pleasant change :-)
And now for a stange thing - arrived here (eventually, hire car was late and I went via Cheltenham, which was picturesque but slow) and I was asked my name. I replied, and got a very strange look. He asked again, so I repeated. Slightly bemused looking, he started checking the computer for something. Looking down at his desk, I spotted an email with "Nick Birch" on the top of it, so I said "that's probably me". "No", he replied, "that's me". That's right folks, the guy had virtually the same name as me! Definately helped with getting him to help me with stuff, since he was more than willing to go out of his way for someone sharing his name :-)
Right, the server is about to finish installing it's umpteenth bunch of security patches, so time to go babysit it some more