So it's been 2 long friggin weeks of stress. I got up this monring, make about 10 calls to the people wokring on getting my site reconnected. I've been doing this for 30 days now since my site went down. Tonight tho, I got that call - the one I've been waiting for. It was like a scene out of Fear and Loathing.
I was drinking singapore slings with mescaline on the side when the midget in a bellhop uniform walked up to me and handed me the red phone. "It's HQ," he said in his high squeaky voice. This was it, the call I'd been waiting for. The engineers on the other side were to the point. "Data center, 10 minutes, first light." I turned to my lazy ass co-worker and tried my hardest to fill him in despite his racial handicap.
That's how it went down pretty much. A few ifconfig changes here, and a few routing table changes there, and my web site and the other 5 production machines lurched back to life and onto the internet. I feel like Captain Fucking Bligh navigating the treacherous waters of Wherever. I'm a serious dork and I can't help it, but damn am I good at it.
I was drinking singapore slings with mescaline on the side when the midget in a bellhop uniform walked up to me and handed me the red phone. "It's HQ," he said in his high squeaky voice. This was it, the call I'd been waiting for. The engineers on the other side were to the point. "Data center, 10 minutes, first light." I turned to my lazy ass co-worker and tried my hardest to fill him in despite his racial handicap.
That's how it went down pretty much. A few ifconfig changes here, and a few routing table changes there, and my web site and the other 5 production machines lurched back to life and onto the internet. I feel like Captain Fucking Bligh navigating the treacherous waters of Wherever. I'm a serious dork and I can't help it, but damn am I good at it.