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{gasp, pant, pant, choke, gurgle, splutter, wheeze, inhale...}
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This is the sound of me, today, as once again our server had a conniption. To be fair, this time it wasn't anybody's fault other then perhaps the manufacturer of our RAID controller, who should never have put external SCSI ports on the back of the thing if they weren't intended to be used. Meanwhile, I have a cactused Exchange organization once again. I've heard of this magical thing called "brick-level backups" with Exchange, whereby you backup each individual mailbox separately. This would be a stupid waste of time, except for the fact that it's the only way to actually ensure that no server disaster is too great to recover from. Bloody Exchange. Bloody Microsoft. Bloody stupid fricking tape library that is supposed to make life easier but instead has made me stay back at work until stupid hours yet again.
In a strange turn of events, it turns out that I am Exchange's biatch.
PS: The only plus to all of this broohaha is that my boss shouts us pizza once again. Mmmmm... pizza... there's nothing like cheezy lard in a disaster recovery situation. I love pizza far too much.
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There is one cure for loving pizza that much. Work at a pizzeria for a while... ;(
Wouldn't it be an opportune moment to take three days of sick leave since this is your last week on the job? You could leave now. Cruel, I know, but it might be the best way to show them how much they undervalued you while you were there.
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