Mike (my boss / partner in crime / ultimate pub quiz partner) pointed me at this post on StorageRap, which I’ll reproduce for you, saying what’s wrong with the sysadmin’s job.
Wear the beeper 24 x 7? The sysadmin.
Have almost every thought interrupted? The sysadmin.
Mind the gap between hype and reality? The sysadmin.
Watch over the “minor details”? The sysadmin.
Listen to hold music while a blowtorch singes the body part that gets copied? The sysadmin.
Have purchase recommendations be ignored political decree? The sysadmin.
Face the wrath when somebody else’s bad idea breaks? The sysadmin.
Stay at work while the bosses go out for a round of mucky muck? The sysadmin.
Have everybody else tell them what they really ought to be doing? The sysadmin.
Bit depressing, right? Well, let’s add some sparkle.
- Arranging multiple monitors so that on quiet days you can play WoW and watch the support queue at the same time? The sysadmin.
- Coming back to the office with hackable toys and watching your colleagues literally run off, hire a car and drive around London to buy the same thing? The sysadmin.
- Discussing anything from iPhone vs. Android to multidimensional theory to which dictator has the all-time highest frag count? The sysadmin.
- Ordering 30 pieces of bankrupt-stock gadgetry and having your manager phone you in Singapore to ask if he can open a box and play with some? The sysadmin.
- Insisting that your colleagues call you “Mr. The Plague” on your birthday? I’ve got that one planned. And I’m a sysadmin.
You know, it’s not so bad.
