Cleaning up Ghost Poo
You know what ghost poo is...those little bits of Styrofoam used for packaging.
Like I'm going to use a pic of straight up packing material if Google serves me up an image of same with 100% more cat.
Anyway, emergency upgrades to a live production server on the fly in the middle of a work day resulting in angry end users aren't as relaxing as they may seem to those of you not in the trade.
So a quick photo essay of my week thus far...
Monday
Yesterday
Today
Getting back to business. (I know - different Buffy. Hard to find Buffy Davis looking demonic, crippled with pain, or annoyed.)
So what does this have to do with ghost poo? Think of an emergency upgrade as a delivery of literal, actual, human excrement packed neatly in ghost poo. A ton of it dumped on the carpet. You spend that first day shoveling literal shit and working with consultants who specialize in this particular version of shit removal. By the end of day one the literal, actual shit is gone. There is an unpleasant waftiness to the place, but the carpet is clean and there is no fecal sampling to step in.
Day two and into morning of day three you clean up the packaging material, i.e. ghost poo. Shoveling it, trying to get the static-y little fuckers into plastic garbage bags, chasing it...tons of it and you're making progress. It's almost all gone, the place looks much better and the smell of day one has mostly faded. But you know those random pieces of Styrofoam which escaped clean up round-1? People stepped on those and crumbled them into the carpet, static takes them up on surfaces. Little white specs like large snowflakes here and there.
Now if you know what this metaphorical room looked like Monday you'd think this was pretty damn clean. Fucking miraculous some would say. (Me, I would say.) Someone put a hell of a lot of work into getting it back into useful order and some people are grateful that the clean up person did such a good job.
But the job isn't done until every last bit of ghost poo is contained and removed - this fact hasn't escaped the attention of the person in charge of clean up for one moment (which is me in this weird allegory, so I'll stop messing up my tenses and just speak in first person like a non-douche.) I know where every spec is, I have a list, I'm attending to them in order of priority for the greater good.
Those of you who appreciated the work that went into shoveling the literal shit and are patient while the ghost poo is chased with a vacuum...thank you. I will remember your kindness.
Those of you who only see the crumbled ghost poo and how it mars the perfection of your life pre-upgrade, no thought to the heinous mess which has already been addressed and sanitized...I will remember you as well. Less fondly.
- 6
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