This was a three-story building.
"We're having a flood on the second floor?"
"Yeah, leaking through the HVAC vents. Water was cascading down the equipment rack, it was great. There's a tarp over it now, we'll see if it dries out okay."
"A tarp."
"Yep."
Only TJ was in the office. TJ is, to put it mildly, a diligent worker, and yet there he was in the corridor, not working.
"Hey, TJ." "Daily's down. I would have sent email, but, well, Daily's down."We investigated. Daily shouldn't have been down, because (we thought) Daily's machines were in the nice, dry server room on the first floor. We'd worked really hard to make Daily be reliable in that way. And it was mostly true. The team had a double cubicle partitioned off, with a couch and a wheeled shelf/drawer converted to a liquor cabinet, and a coffee table of sorts, with legs made of two standard beige-box computers, x86-a and x86-b. In the old office, both had been damaged by hallway soccer years earlier, and we assumed they were both turned off, though we couldn't actually tell because the power lights were broken and we were too lazy to check the fans in back. As it happened, x86-a had a shared drive, containing...the Oracle database libraries. Which were needed by the data server. Which was running in the first-floor server room. Which couldn't talk to x86-a, which was up on the second floor, with its flooded network closet.
TJ and I got out a deck of cards and played Hearts for an hour or so until things were fixed.
Computers are hard.
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