'The Admin Blog' - subtitle 'tales of a better world' is a continuing fictional story that is based on my dream of a perfect admin job. It is told by two people: the admin and an employee named “Paula” - both telling their side of the story. The time and place of the story are intenionally kept from being of any relevance. Dates, times, figures, names and any chatacters are based on mere fiction and if they are based on something real at all, only on unproven prejudices - just because its funny. Notice the PDF download on the top of the page!
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…what can turn bad, will turn bad in the end. I think its one of Murphy's laws. Most of the time I think that this law is just a trick of our pessimistic mind, to prove its point - a self fulfilling prophecy. We consider things going bad even if they don't or we remember things that went bad more vividly. But sometimes everybody gets the idea of this law, yes is forced to believe that it has to be true.
For me, that day was shortly after I entered this company. It was shortly after the Admin Guy installed his brand new and shiny office automation system for light and door control and it was just getting usable. Nearly all the office workers had accepted the changes in their habits already and used the new and shiny buttons to control everything. Its amazing how technology can improve your life and make things easier. But there is a cause for me saying “nearly all”… I guess I never told you about the guys in office 2.11? These people think they have the ultimate truth, when all they have is a mere impression what they are talking about. I have to run some tasks for them every now and then and they - well - redefine stupidity every time I see their papers. I often wonder if its just because its the usual insanity of a marketing department or if its this particular people. I just can't figure out what its about: But anyway… they managed to deprogram their office automation node that day. That node controls light, door locks, air condition and heating of their whole corridor. The door lock systems of the office doors also control the telephony systems for the offices and the telephony system is coupled with the time control. The things that happened on that day led to half the marketing getting fired:
There is no way of failing that is not actively exercised in office 2.11. That sums it up pretty well. On that particular day, I was running errands for these guys again. I went over their numbers and figures and had some questions to ask. According to their calculations, some upcoming product launch would yield costs of about twice our yearly volume of sales. I knew there had to be some error, because I went over the figures almost ten times. This product launch - if committed as calculated - would have ruined our company. I left my office, heading for Office 2.11 and walked in. Instead of greeting, one of the marketing guys just said “Will you close the door already? The air conditioning tries to work here.” .. and really, it was damn cold in that office. I admit, that on a hot day like that, a chilly office would be quite relieving, but these people seemed to be desperately trying to produce their very own ice age. Because I was about to ruin their day, I was kind enough to close the door. I had no idea, that this would be an error, that would also ruin my day.
“I went through your project report”, I started my sermon, “and I discovered something … again.”. Saying that, I could watch about ten faces turn from “bored” to “pretty pissed”. “What is it that time? Did we misspell a product name again?”, someone asked from behind his screen in a terribly annoyed tune. “Well, no, more like 'You guys screwed up the whole project pretty badly'. There are huge discrepancies with your calculation of costs… you are about to spend maybe 40 times your budget on on-line advertising, if this is correct.”. With the ending of my sentence, most of the guys turned back to their screens and started to click on well known web pages again… at least it seemed that way to me. Its very annoying, if you know you are right and you feel rejected by the people who are wrong in such an arrogant and discrediting way. I decided to keep standing there, until someone listened. And so I stood there for about five minutes, listening to these people moaning and yawning and surfing the web. When I was just about to start attempt two on “getting marketing attention”, the door to the neighbor office opened, and the marketing supervisor walked in. “What a pleasant surprise!”, he sarcastically shouted in my direction. “Miss 'You are doing it wrong', what can the marketing department do, to save the day?”. I am patient… very patient, especially with people that I know. If I was not, that would have been the moment, to beat that guy down, seriously. His left hand in his pocket, he held a small box-like device in his right, waving it around, while he was talking. Some wires were looking out of that box and it didn't look like it was still intact.
Without waiting for an answer, he turned to his office-workers and began talking, like some warlord: “My fellow colleagues! The day has finally come, that will lead to our final victory over the slavery and imprisonment, that came over us from way below!”. I started to think that I knew that box he was holding. “No longer will there be a minimum office temperature of 24 degrees Celsius! No longer will our smoking registered by the demonous smoke detection and sprinkler system. We, my fellow colleagues, will arise from our dungeon and live on, logged in forever in the time-control!”. While he was ending his speech, he was holding up high his right hand, showing the device to his 'fellow colleagues' like a trophy. The only thing drawing a fine line between this scene and a terribly bad horror movie was, that there was no thunder. And then it came to me, where I knew that device from… It was the office automation control panel, that the Admin mounted in every corridor.
There was some applause from the audience and everything went back to normal, when the supervisor left the office… at least I thought. I was just about to start my second complaint, when one of the guys jumped up from his chair. “I will kill that guy, I swear! Today, if I have to!”, he shouted, sounding even more annoyed than usual, when I was near. “What's up Greg?”, one of his colleagues responded. “That Admin… the telephony system is down AGAIN!”. He seemed furious. Some colleagues picked up their phones and discovered, that they were not working either. “Perhaps you should ask your boss… that box he was holding was..”, I tried to explain. “Yeah.. the air condition controller… what's with that? We are perfectly fine without it. What the hell does this have to do with my telephone, Miss Perfect?”. He felt so high above me, that I wouldn't have been able to see him without a spyglass. “I have two words for you… 'Office' and 'Automation'. Jerk!”. I was about to open the door, when I noticed, it wouldn't open. I heard laughter from behind me and one of the office workers rushed to help me. “You can't even do that right? Pathetic. Let me help you!”, he said extremely self assured and enthusiastically ran into the closed door. Laughter arouse once again from his colleagues. He rushed back to his chair, holding his bleeding nose. “Well, yes, that was easy.”. I could not resist, returning the favor, and as well I felt like going postal over these guys. They were just to … marketing, to even have a brain.
“You Jerks still don't get it, huh? YOUR Boss just wrecked a few weeks of work by tampering with the office automation. He also broke down telephony and door lock control.”, I finally lost all patience, “Does ANYONE have a cell?”. The crowd went silent. I hadn't noticed the supervisor, who had silently listened to me, accusing him of doing something wrong: “This time, my lady… THIS time you went way too far. I'll call your supervisor right away. Unlike YOU, WE are WORKING here.”, he shouted. In his voice were years of suppressed guilt, as he was leaving the office like a hurt rooster, murmuring: “Accusing me… she won't walk away this time.”.
He was right in a way - I could not leave, but he also could not call my supervisor. “I will call the Admin from my cell.”, one of the marketing-jerks said, “I have his extension in my address book to call him, when my PC at home hangs again.”. Lifting an eyebrow, I turned away, facing the wall. I had to look at something less boneheaded than these guys. I heard him put the call on speaker: “This is the administrative helpline for people that are not supposed to call me. Press 'one' to hang up, any other key to listen to Rick Astley”. The announcement was swelling of sarcasm and I could not resist to smirk as the call was really hung up after the marketing guy pressed 'one'. “Asshole”, he grouched, throwing his phone on the table.
Moments later, it knocked on the door. “Hello?!” a craven voice sounded through the door. “Finally, Mr. Asshole appears on the stage…”, some of the guys said. “Paula? Are you in there?”, the voice of the Admin was now clearly recognizable. “Yes, I am… Is there some way to get me out of here? Maybe fast? These people are…”, I kept myself from saying what I felt. “I know.”, he said, “They just dismantled the whole office automation system by removing their controller. The building is in 'lock down'… I don't even remember, writing that failsafe code.”. He sounded as annoyed as the marketing guys: “Miss Big Boss is trapped in her office with two customers, and the air condition system there is certain to keep the temperature of that room at 50 degrees Celsius. She wants to talk to Mr. Marketing right now, so I am coming to get him out of here and into her office.”. Smirking would be the wrong word for what I wanted to do.
It took him about an hour to override door security and free me from this prison of insanity. While the marketing supervisor went to have his talk with “Miss Big Boss” where he got fired along with 5 people who desperately demanded the disassembly of the air condition controlling device, the Admin got me a blanket and a cup of coffee. “Freezing cold in there…”, I said, as he was wrapping the blanked around me. “Yeah… I am sorry. This feature was not meant to target you.”. I got the rest of the day off and sat with my Admin in his office in the cellar. We badmouthed the marketing and drank coffee until I got tired.
Ask me. It was worth it. Some bad guys in marketing got fired and I got some hours with the most amazing coworker of mine. He wouldn't tell me, though, how he managed to redirect that marketing guy's phone to this announcement and something he said, is stuck in my mind and I can not quite understand it: “May you and the Fixation unit in office 2.11 have some time to rest now…”. Many mysteries remain about that person and his work, but I like him.
… people, really. If you fail, I get to work. If you mess things up, I get to stand up and fix it all, make it all shiny for you to mess it up again. Yes, that sounds pretty much like a failed life in slavery, but really, it is not… well at least it doesn't feel like it most of the time. The work itself is not that hard, but often really makes me feel lost. Its sure takes time to do things like they are to be done and there is virtually no way of learning it besides just doing it, failing, doing it again. Its real lifes “try and error”. People often ask me “How does your work actually work?” or “How do you manage to know things before we have even noticed?” … its really simple, but please don't tell Paula, she still has that charmingly naive impression of supernatural Admin powers. My work really is all about reading logfiles. If theres something I do more, its “nearly sleeping” - which I might do even while reading that logfiles. Nearly every device in this damn company writes these logs and I keep track of things by just reading and chaining information … and sleeping. If anyone besides you gets to know that, I'm going to be fired. About Paula.. she is am member of the new marketing team in department three and I finally got to read her door sign after I once previously fell asleep in her office … 3.29 if I remember correctly. She really is quite obsessive with my work. Every time I pass her office, I check up on her. Her day seems to also write a logfile… not really in a file but on her face. She is so damn easily read. Since she now knows who I am, her face will change, when I walk by and there is digital trouble bothering her. Most of the time I already know - remember? Its all about reading logfiles. Sometimes I don't know but read it right from her face. But how can someone be so impressed by me refilling the printers paper tray once again, when everybody would already have noticed the red flickering light right beside the “OUT OF PAPER” writing? Well, maybe its not doing it, but knowing it before it happens. Once again: logfiles - thats all the magic, well nearly. There are some things that regularly happen in this office. For example, nearly once a week, a woman comes by to deliver some special mail from a daughter company. She always delivers it to the wrong office, so I have developed the habit of redirecting her way through the office to the right building using our new camera system and the electronic door locks. She still hasn't learned the way yet, but that is going to change. There also is this team in office 2.11 that will wreck their printer once a week because they don't learn not to use inkjet transparent sheets in a LaserJet. There is absolutely no way they are going to learn that in the next few weeks, but I compensate by appearing with the right tools in my hand just when one of those idiots posts the print job to the spool - and NO, they don't ask “why are you already here?”, they go like “Oh, thank god you are always around when there is trouble! That damned printer just ate another 5$ worth of transparent ….”. Well yes, this job often has the downside of having to work with complete jerks most of the time, what brings me back to Paula. She is completely different about my work. Her way of noticing is almost cute and I like to give her opportunities to notice. Not that I have a logtrap for devices in her office or so… don't blame me! If you go a thousand ways for preventing trouble and no one really cares, notices or takes everything you do for granted, you instantly fall in love with everyone who does. When I tell my boss, that theres going to be an impact on the workflow when I have to do maintenance on … well … some production environment, she says: “Then do it at night.”. When I do, the next morning, everybody will come to me like they always do - not even a lie like “Sorry to bother you” or “Sorry to interrupt you sleeping”, no. Its more like “Get up you sleepy lazy dork! Its time to do some work”. My murmur following these actions is often better not to be heard - and includes terms that would require this website to contain an age verification. Paula knocks, if i don't answer, she will try to call me, when my phone is silent she will drop me a mail… and when I am not responding on that, she is going to be worried and knock again - but just if its urgent. She is quite demanding, but also patient and even though her department talks about her like she likes to control people a lot, I have a totally different impression. Well, she likes to spike people when she notices a weakness… but just so they know that she knows, not to hurt them - and to be honest: I like to do that, too. Look at my T-Shirt… what does it say? Well its just again one of my many “dead people read hex” shirts - I have several of any kind and change them often, believe me. She thought about it a whole day. Who would have spoiled that? I think she figured it out in the meantime, I saw her call Google for the text of the shirt.
Well, while most people just don't care, there is some fun about the few people who actually do. I am happy to make them wonder, make them feel uncomfortable a bit to get out of the usual work. For me, every day is very much the same but I accepted that long time ago. Its my life. For many of the people working here, it makes a huge difference, if they are at home or at work. For me, as I said, its just the same, since most of my life I spend, doing stuff at work. Its what I do and its why I take my work very personally. I may be a nerd but I am just as much a human. Paula is one of the few people that have noticed. Without people like her, my work would be in vain, nevertheless I'd to it because… again, its what I do.. and its my life.
… the faces of the people that come into my office. Its like reading books, but it only takes a second. Sometimes I think that I am quite good at this - at least the people look surprised often when I tell them what they came for, what mood they are in and how their sleep was before they have even completely arrived at my desk. Its useful most of the time. I like to be mentally prepared. If my superior suddenly runs into my office, ready to shout her whole lungs dry because something went wrong again and there is no one else to blame, I like to sit there with a clam serene smile on my face, like her voice was the seashore in a warm summer. Its annoying, I know, but sometimes I even like to annoy people - especially when they feel like controlling me. As I said, I sometimes think that I'm quite good at it.
The only person I can't read that easily is the Admin guy. When he enters my office, I am the one read to the bone. He walks down the hallway, turning to my door, standing there for nearly a minute looking at my desk - looking at me. These people seem to have an uneasing way of knowing what is wrong. One time I was printing a huge list of sales contacts when the spooler suddenly flooded me with error messages. The second I was about to stand up shouting at my computer, he was walking by. Seeing me, he tiredly leaned on the doorpost saying: “I was about to fix the the printer this evening, but I guess now is a better time”, and went off. Only seconds later the spooler resumed.
The only thing I read out of him are his t-shirts. Do you know these IT-shirts? Its a bit freaky, sometimes I even think its ridiculous, but it seems to be his way to tell people how stupid they are. These shirts carry quotes of famous IT-celebrities, funnily applied commands, pictures or whole comic strips. The day he was fixing that printer, he was wearing that had “If only you and dead people can read hex, how many people can?” written on it. The seconds from him walking off to him returning, having the printer fixed, I spent thinking about it - it felt like hours. I didn't get it - of cause. When he walked by my office door again, I shouted after him and asked about it: “Why the hell should dead people read hex?”, I asked and he laughed. “You got it all wrong… think some more about it”, he said, and walked off again.
That day wasn't really productive after that. I was not only thinking about dead people reading, I was also wondering why I couldn't read him like the others? He had a disturbing way of bumping into people in trouble - he was the one reading people. The people only read his t-shirts - obviously I do, too. Whats with that shirts anyway? If anyone came up to you, asking you a question about a topic from his or her area of expertise that you obviously wouldn't know, wouldn't you consider that really bold of that person? At least I would consider that person a complete show-off. These t-shirts are different, though. No one comes at you, forcing you to read it. No one forces you to think about it. Its just your personal will to integrate. Me for example: I just can't help reading it and of cause I want to understand what I read, right? Wouldn't you, too? I wonder if he is that much a sadist to torture our minds with his newest t-shirts and believe me, he never tells. This way no one minds him changing his shirts maybe once a week - it has its good part that way, for him as well as for the rest of us.
I am still wondering what his shirt of today might mean… dead people reading hex… I still don't get it.
Probably you are totally clueless what it means to be the Admin. Most of the time is horrible, in our company its different per default. Most people are nice to me, I am often nice to people and problems are solved in the blink of an eye. The secret of the administrator is his spirit - his enthusiasm: If you are on an emotional high, a total disaster can't ruin your day. You are confident and coffee flows through your veins - everything is just fine as long as its technical. If your spirit is broken, you are lost. You are not confident anymore and as you go through the day, all the little problems will stack until it all befalls you in your weakest moment: 5 minutes before closing time. This happens a lot. If you know murphy's laws you know what I speak of - he wrote some perfect descriptions years ago.
The day, Paula first came into my office was a day like that - or more precisely: it was a night like that. If you get a pile of servers from your superior to play with, you will most likely be very happy and start hacking. You try ALL the things you always wanted to try and it all goes well and you have a lot of fun… until you talk to someone about it. Everything still is fine, if the person you talk to is not too fascinated. If you impress someone, though, it will backfire at you. Once you did something great and are way too happy to keep it to yourself, you will tell someone about it. If that someone is amazed, he will tell other people and show your achievement to them, they will do likewise and it all continues until your superior finds out. Then - in my case - she will force you to deploy the great achievement into the company network. In the back of her head, she always wants to paint a colorful picture of the company to the outside world with that. “Oh look what we can do now! Isn't that great?”. That night she wanted me to deploy the office automation system I developed over the last 2 months. In the beginning it was just a hacky thing to ease my life here in the cellar. Light, lock and entrance control from the office… neat. When my lady chief found out about it, she wanted it, too, so I did what I could. In that particular night after which I met Paula, the whole office control system broke down. I messed up - got the wrong configurations, compiled the wrong revisions and wrecked everything. I hit rock bottom. It was the first time this happened to me and … well, my self-esteem broke apart. I applied a million of hotfixes to enable the early day workers at least to get into the building… and of cause to enable me to escape. Yes, don't look at me that way: I locked myself in. It was no big deal! I often sleep here, anyway.
After 7 hours of wrecking and cleaning up again, the main entrance was usable again and the offices were reachable through one of the 5 corridors. I spent another 4 hours to reactivate the other 4 and then I fell asleep in my office - hit the loading limit of my work mania - my unbreakable youthful enthusiasm. To my surprise, no one even noticed the razzle-dazzle I caused at night and in the very same moment I made myself believe that some day I would overcome my terrible failure and was ready to go to sleep, it knocked at the door. It was not the usual “Hello!? Someone there? Answer you freakin' dork!”-knock, it was more hesitating, shy, yes even a bit anxious. I was to weak to respond. Someone slowly opened the door and a young voice spiked my tired spirit, that was so damn close to finding peace. Some problem with her word processor, she said, and that was when I remembered. When - that night - I was rewiring the access control gate in corridor 3, I installed a certain software compiler on a machine in office 3.29. It was a new office … I still smelled the paint and I felt very uncomfortable in that room. I hurried, the compiler wouldn't run and so I went the long way to my office and compiled there. Since I had neither heard nor seen that person before, I figured that like the office, she too must be new in our company. Whatever she was complaining about was not her word processor I suppose. At least if she really wrote her marketing texts into my source editor, that would explain, why she didn't get the results she expected. I felt a bit guilty, so she didn't get the treatment, someone suddenly interrupting my silent hour that badly would have gotten. I just got back to her some hours later when I was able to walk again. Anyway, she was nice… and among that she didn't blame me at all. I thought I at least wouldn't blame her then, too. It was my fault anyway.
Some hours later, when I got to her office, she already was gone… I fixed her PC and and called it a day. I was nearly 5pm anyway. When I fell asleep in her office chair, my head crashed onto her keyboard and I must have snored terribly, surrounded by the smell of fresh paint.
You know these people, who always appear when there is digital trouble, of cause you do. They saved your day maybe a hundred times more than you thanked them and they always seem so untroubled… pure. They did to me at least. Let me tell you about our company and the guy who really runs it - and for sure, he is totally unaware of that at all! I am one of about 50 employees, we all work hard to keep this company alive. Our office building is huge - too huge for knowing all the 50 people. But even without knowing each other, we mostly get along. The chief-of-whatever-comes-along talks a lot, no one listens at it all seems to run by itself. There is the marketing department where I work, internal affairs - the guys that want to know about all the trouble but hear about it when its long gone, management - people with fancy looks but the heart in the wrong place. And then there is this other guy in the cellar - the guy I want to talk about for a while.
The fact that he - yes nearly - lives in this cellar is one thing. The other is, that there are maybe 12 vacant offices in different parts of the building, waiting for him to choose one. But he seems to like it down there. Every time I go down there I get the creeps. There is this long tunnel-like hallway if you get out of the elevator. It takes a turn left and after another 20m in the dark, you are at his office. I think he just doesn't want to be bothered by everyones wifes pain in the left pinky - and yes, we DO a lot of office talk in here. I guess it can't be helped. The door is labeled “Emergency only” and theres a skull and crossed bones drawn below the text in red paint. It took some time to realize that, 'cause its really dim down there.
I can really well remember the first time I ran into that office. I was employed only a week before that happened and had some trouble with my word processor. I thought “You haven't talked to the Admin guy here, yet. Let him welcome you, pay a visit…” and asked for the office. Instead of the location I got laughter and giggling. “Look in the cellar” they told me - and I went down to get my problem solved and receive the warm welcome of my future support technician. I knocked at the door, heard nothing, opened it and saw a skinny guy, sleeping on his keyboard - his forehead right in the middle of it as if he was shot from behind. The light was even more dim than on the hallway - slightly red - and green flicker of some servers made it annoyingly hard to concentrate. The Handset of the telephone seemed to be dropped halfway during hang up, still laying half in the hand of the skinny creature. His screen was showing a psychedelic screen saver. “Hello?” I asked silently… and got no answer. I still was standing half in the door. “Hello?!” I asked again, this time a little louder. “Justleavemealone”, a deep voice mumbled, “and close the door while you leave…”. The murmur got a bit clearer. “I am sorry, my name is Paula and I wondered if you could help me out with a problem…”, I tried to get him into a conversation. “Hello Paula, nice to meet you… I am asleep as you might notice. Please pull a number and come back in an hour.”. A giggle left my mouth and the head lifted from the keyboard and looked right into my direction. After staring at me with a tired look on his face for about a minute, he said “Paula, you are still here? … ”. “Yes”, I said and added “and I still have a problem with my word processor.”. The face fell back onto the keyboard, making a painfully hard noise - the screen saver vanished and revealed a password entry box. “Are you OK?”, I asked. “No. I am totally tired from fixing that servers…”, his head still on the keyboard, one of his arms pointed to a stack of metal boxes in the corner of the room, “I was defeated badly. Could you please come back later? Please leave me here for a while and let me rest, moaning about my terrible failure.”. “OK then, bye”, I said and backwards went out the door slowly. “I'll get back to you in office 3.29 when I am done here.”, he said while I closed the door - and now that I think of it: How did he know my office number, when we never met before? That was the first time, a tiny bit of his magic revealed itself to me. I was totally unaware of the things to come.
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| 0b00000000_the_myth_begins | Paula: You know these people. You know these people, who always appear when there is digital trouble, of cause you do. They saved your day maybe a hundred times more than you thanked them and they always seem so untroubled... pure. They did to me at least. Let me tell you about our company and the guy who really runs it - and for sure, he is totally unaware of that at all! I am one of about 50 employees, we all work hard to keep this company alive. Our office building is huge - too huge for kno… | Joel Garske | 2009/07/05 21:15 |
| 0b00000001_it_talks | Admin: That day was different. Probably you are totally clueless what it means to be the Admin. Most of the time is horrible, in our company its different per default. Most people are nice to me, I am often nice to people and problems are solved in the blink of an eye. The secret of the administrator is his spirit - his enthusiasm: If you are on an emotional high, a total disaster can't ruin your day. You are confident and coffee flows through your veins - everything is just fine as long as its… | Joel Garske | 2009/07/05 21:20 |
| 0b00000010_cotton_statements | Paula: Sometimes I like reading ... ... the faces of the people that come into my office. Its like reading books, but it only takes a second. Sometimes I think that I am quite good at this - at least the people look surprised often when I tell them what they came for, what mood they are in and how their sleep was before they have even completely arrived at my desk. Its useful most of the time. I like to be mentally prepared. If my superior suddenly runs into my office, ready to shout her whole … | Joel Garske | 2009/07/05 21:25 |
| 0b00000011_the_job | Admin: My job is all about you.... ... people, really. If you fail, I get to work. If you mess things up, I get to stand up and fix it all, make it all shiny for you to mess it up again. Yes, that sounds pretty much like a failed life in slavery, but really, it is not... well at least it doesn't feel like it most of the time. The work itself is not that hard, but often really makes me feel lost. Its sure takes time to do things like they are to be done and there is virtually no way of learning … | Joel Garske | 2009/08/26 07:12 |
| 0b00000100_the_lockdown | Paula: People say that ...what can turn bad, will turn bad in the end. I think its one of Murphy's laws. Most of the time I think that this law is just a trick of our pessimistic mind, to prove its point - a self fulfilling prophecy. We consider things going bad even if they don't or we remember things that went bad more vividly. But sometimes everybody gets the idea of this law, yes is forced to believe that it has to be true. | Joel Garske | 2009/07/05 21:53 |