Monday, November 28, 2005

Bottle Up And Explode! 

I walked into the office this morning to find Terry alone at his desk. He was lost in a heart to heart with somebody on the phone, I don’t know who. He looked tired and sad.
“We’re a couple,” he said. “That’s what we’re supposed to do.”

I edged out of the room and wandered off to find something to do in the data centre, but the truth is the systems pretty much look after themselves. There are robots to change their backup tapes for them, and they can diagnose their own faults and even arrange site visits from engineers after hardware failures. It won’t be long until they don’t need us administrators at all.

On the way I had a word with Rex the security guard, who was milking Geraldine, the company goat.
“If you care about your cordelines,” he said, “you’ll be wrapping them up in some old fleece. Protect them from the frost.” The snow was falling faster now. He sniffed the air. “It’s going to be a long, hard winter.”

Steam rose from the plastic bucket. The milk smelled sweet and warm. There was probably enough to fill a baby’s bottle, I’d guess. Geraldine stared at me and I stared back.

When I returned to the office, Stella had left a post it note on my screen. Terry had gone home. Apparently he wasn’t feeling too good.

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