I work off of servers constantly at work. I admit I take it for granted, but I do keep everything I do on my hard drive because you never know what could happen to the servers.
Back in January, the servers crashed. There had been no backups for approximately nine days. This isn’t good. Luckily my graphics department usually keeps everything that we do on our computers, so we were able to salvage our work. The editors were so thankful that we still had everything on our hard drive. However, this meant the graphics department couldn’t do anything during the time the servers were down. We had nothing to do for an entire week. (Thousands of dollars wasted on dawdling around at work.)
It took more than a week before anything got done. But the hours of down time bored me to tears. There wasn’t much for us to do except wait until the IT guy rebuilt our RAID backup. Not that I have any idea what that means (Let’s just say whenever he emails us to inform us of problems with the servers, etc, he blows a lot of fluff up our a**.)
The scary thing that he told us was that, from June 2005 to December 19, 2005, the backup was not working properly. Now, if everything had crashed any time between those dates, we would’ve been ROYALLY screwed. To this day, I still wonder how he hasn’t gotten any probations or warnings. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good guy. But if the servers had crashed, and he hadn’t done anything between June to December to assure our work would be perfectly fine, I would think there should be consequences.
Anyway after a week of having nothing to do at work, we finally got our servers back up and were able to resume work once again.
Now, it’s May and I show up to work on Friday morning only to find that the same thing has happened again. Luckily the back up was through Wednesday night at 11 pm. So nothing too significant had been lost. However, we still weren’t able to do anything….it’s now Monday morning, and we’re all awaiting the okay before we can start getting files we need off the servers.
This is a problem. It costs my company thousands of dollars every hour because no work is being done.
I wonder what would happen if this happened at a hospital, or a military base. Or even Social Security offices. Identities could be lost. Important information could be revealed to the wrong people. I think sometimes we might take technology for granted. I admit I take technology for granted, and it frustrates me when I can’t access my computer, or my phone’s not working properly, or my iPod has crashed and I have to upload thousands of songs all over again. My entire life is on my computer. I wouldn’t know what to do without it.
Could you live without your computer, your phone/pagers, your iPod?
Since I’m going to Paris for 4 days this Wednesday, I’m going to try to live without my computer and my phone. My iPod…I refuse to live without music. but other than that, I think I’ll deal just fine. But only just four days, because if it was any longer, I’d probably lose all patience from not being able to talk to my friends on a daily basis.
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I died… too slowly… when in the same week my laptop at work crashed and my personal laptop said its graceless goodbyes, and (no, the torture didn’t stop then) in assessing just what files I lost, I discovered two of my zip disks were fickle… defective, really.
At that time, I had no pager and no phone line at home. (In communicating with people, I had choices bereft of etiquette… surprise them via vp or ask people if I could borrow their Sidekicks and log onto my AIM account for a teeny bit.) The thug I am, I did the vp bit.
I recovered quickly, and I attribute that to three things: an understanding supervisor, a magician friend who interred my hard drive to an external drive, and the Arizona evening weather for it enabled me to run for as long as it took to ease me out of my rage.
Since then, I’ve started to regularly save work files to the company server, personal files to CDs, and whatever’s pressing at the moment to my flash drive. Oh yes, I also got a Mac. (You just know some of them nutso Apple loyalists are cheering now and shouting, “We got another convert! We got another convert!”)
But enough about debacles past… Four days in Paris? I’d be happy to leave my laptop home and my pager tucked in my backpack the entire while. Tough to work the pager when glugging red wine and munching on cheese. And should some central data bank crash? I’d be overjoyed to be off the grid. Just got to carry a card in my pocket saying, “Hello hospital administrator, I may be unconscious but no, I’m not allergic to penicillin.”
We got another covert! We got another covert!
Ha… I was pretty open about it (”covert”). Reminds me of the time I was in this foreign country and found surcharges tacked onto my meal bill. The waiter, in explaining why, pointed to the table cloth then scribbled, “covert” (cover). Comically apt.
Sorry, Erin, for digressing… hope you don’t encounter covert/cover charges in Paris.