Weird Dreams
May. 8th, 2008 08:28 amLast night, I dreamed I was the responsible adult (chief technology officer, technology manager, whatever) for a small company. We had just finished building out a new computer room in one area of the building and it looked good: raised floor, nice neat racks, carefully bundled & colour-coded network cables, etc.. Everything was shiny.
Towards the middle of the afternoon, it began raining and we discovered that our fabulous new computing wing had a leaky roof. Very leaky. The cooling fans were keeping water from dripping inside the cabinets but rain was still trickling down the side of the cabinets and into the sub-flooring.
I was simultaneously trying to coordinate a controlled shutdown of everything in the computer room, updating the users as to the unavailability of their applications, contacting the facilities managers to see what's going on with the roof and fending off angry telephone calls from just about everyone demanding explanations of why I hadn't personally inspected the roof myself and why I had allowed God to initiate precipitation of any kind.
Oddly enough, I woke up without being particularly stressed or concerned: it's not so different from my normal work life so it would take more than that disaster to get me upset. (Indeed, just now, I realized that the night shift did only 10% of a major work ticket I wrote 'cause he didn't read past the summary line. *sigh*)
Towards the middle of the afternoon, it began raining and we discovered that our fabulous new computing wing had a leaky roof. Very leaky. The cooling fans were keeping water from dripping inside the cabinets but rain was still trickling down the side of the cabinets and into the sub-flooring.
I was simultaneously trying to coordinate a controlled shutdown of everything in the computer room, updating the users as to the unavailability of their applications, contacting the facilities managers to see what's going on with the roof and fending off angry telephone calls from just about everyone demanding explanations of why I hadn't personally inspected the roof myself and why I had allowed God to initiate precipitation of any kind.
Oddly enough, I woke up without being particularly stressed or concerned: it's not so different from my normal work life so it would take more than that disaster to get me upset. (Indeed, just now, I realized that the night shift did only 10% of a major work ticket I wrote 'cause he didn't read past the summary line. *sigh*)