"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
"Well, maybe if you wrote it in fucking English, I would fucking understand it."

Today has been incredibly awful so far, and shows no sign of letting up. I got into work at 0715 and had run completely out of patience by 0900.

  • The primary fileserver is full. The secondary fileserver started doing this awesome thing where if you tried to get a shared volume list on an OS9 machine, the client would lock. OS X, Finder would freeze. So I poke screw around with netatalk, and determine it's only this one share that's causing the problems. The production share. Of course. Quickly ascertain that there's some filesystem corruption going on and that I'm going to have to rebuild the journal trees. Doing this with reiserfs has always freaked me out so I'm copying all the data (170G) to the tertiary fileserver, which is actually a backup staging box. It has 600G on it, however, so it's doable. So I install netalk on it, and recompile the kernel... and wait. And wait. For this data to copy. This is awesome.
  • About a half hour before I started dealing with that, the billing server blew its root drive. This is a 15 year old machine running UnixWare 3.0. Great.
  • We're moving the rest of the accounting system and apparatus today. This primarily consists of a ten year old DOS/NetWare box and a Linux backup machine which mirrors it. The problem is that accounting is on its own physical network, which is where it should be. But as the new building doesn't have multiple networks in it (ha), I have to run several hundred feet of cable through the ceiling, which is a good twelve feet high. Lovely.

There is more to complain about, but Adam is insisting we go to lunch now.

August 27, 2004 11:10 AM