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If this job doesn't kill me, I might live till I'm old - follow up...

        It’s been a week since the problem. I’m back on standby tomorrow morning from 09:00am.



        I’ve delved into the logs from the system and could not find a single errant instruction that could cause the problem we experienced last week. The system just decided to kill itself, it seems. This causes me more problems. Now I need to pinch out time from such a tight schedule to fault find the whole environment. Everyone is running off with the major Treasury application installation that’s on the 4th of March. Our manager is busy with the move of our data center from one provider to another and we are moving hardware from one storage array to another.


        Problems will abound. There just isn’t time to look at everything. Nothing is tested. But, management is happy. They just need someone else to point the finger at.

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