'Yes yes' the officer mumbles, irritated 'Let's just go over this one more time. You left them in the computer room to go and change some paper and they inadvertantly triggered the Halon fire extinguishers...'
'Yes, yes, it's awful isn't it officer?!'
'..and even though there's a 30 second warning, they didn't manage to make it out the door...'
'Yes, it's such a tragedy'
'..even though two of the people who are supposed to have been smoking and set off the extinguishers in the room are dedicated non-smokers..
'Yes, what an unfortunate time to take up the habit!'
'..and even though it looks, judging by the scratch marks that the door was in some way locked or jammed...'
'..probably jammed officer, It's a matter of public record that I voiced some concern over this very topic although no-one could find any problem with the lock in question...'
'And even though someone outside at the viewing window could have sworn that they saw you pressing the manual release button on the Halon panel..'
'YES, to try and reset the system and save those poor, innocent people..'
'After ALL that, you still expect me to believe it was an accident?'
'...Well officer, I don't really know what I expect you to do, but your face looks vaguely familiar. You haven't used the toilets around here in the past have you?'
'Well, I may have once or twice – we get a lot of calls over here since you've been here – suicides mainly...'
'Yes yes officer, well how about we go into the control room and look at a copy of a video I have, with someone who looks awfully like you, and what they do to a loaf of bread....'
...
BOfB #2
Things are looking up!
He's back from the beerfest, and he's hungover and annoyed. It's....
The Bastard Operator from Britain #2
'Ah Simon, thank you for coming, please sit down'
The promotions committee is strangely quiet today. Normally they're far more boisterous and sure of themselves. This has to be good news.
'Now Simon, as you know there's a vacancy for a Senior Operator in the Computer Centre following the tragic accident in the staff showers.'
'Yes' I utter, 'tragic'
'How the hell a toaster got in there in the first place is beyond the scope of this committee, as our main interest is to find a replacement as soon as possible. Ordinarily, we would appoint such a senior position externally, but following that awful business with the lift controller failure and the shortlisted candidates..'
'Awful' I sigh, my heart pity at the tragedy of three Senior Operator applicants plunging down a lift shaft to their deaths... Completely accidental you understand...
'..It still seems very strange; apparently the accident inspector stated that the lift appeared to be accelerating *faster* than the speed of gravity when it fell. But I guess we'll never know now that the lift control room had that big electrical fire...'
I could be oversensitive on this issue, but I'm feeling a little bit of dissent in the room around me. Some members of the promotions committee appear to be having problems making the decision of whether they should support the University's interests by appointing me senior operator or becoming involved in the next fatal campus accident. I decide to cut through the red tape and get to the point.
'So essentially, all supposition aside, you wish me to take over the role of Senior Operator..'
'Ah...' the chairman utters, looking around the room for backup, '..Yes'
'Ok, fine. I'll need a couple of K extra for the increased responsibility, say another K for relocation..'
'BUT YOU'RE ONLY TWO OFFICES AWAY!!'
'Good point – another *TWO* K for relocation, and new office furniture. Leather Armchairs would be good. Oh, and an expresso machine.'
I get up.
'Well, that should be all I think, so I'll just get off back to work'
While they mutter amongst themselves, I make my exit back to the control room. As it's getting towards the end of my working day (3pm) I write protect the userdisk and start a shutdown for 1 minute. The phone rings.
'I can't save my work' a voice sobs from the phone
'You really should try..'
'But the system won't let me' he wimpers, 'can you halt the shutdown?'
'Well, I'd like to, but it's irrevocably committed to shutdown – there's no telling what might happen – we could lose all your work, there's no telling....'
'Um...' – You can almost hear the wheels turning – '...Uh..'
I hang up – they're obviously not committed.
The shutdown completes and I reboot, then decide to introduce a little fun to the network by pulling out random staff terminal lines and repatching them to the student areas and vice versa. Just like the big breakin of '91.
Next I choose a letter at random from the complaints box to use as this week's 'External Penetration' victim, then delete all their files.
I decide to get into something new. I break out the telephone serviceman's handset and wander into the comms room and start eavesdropping on people's conversations.
Most of it is crap, but it gives me an idea. Pipe it all through voice recognition and look for words including my name (for security purposes), a sexual encounter, or live chickens. Definite possibilities...
A user rings.
'Oh, Hi – can you tell me what my password is please?' they ask.
'I'm sorry' I say for the 1 billionth time 'passwords are encrypted on the system, and it's far easier for me to change your password than to find out what it is.' (Which is crap; I know what it is, the password changing routine does have a slight in-house modification which the implementers probably weren't counting on.)
'Oh, ok – could you change it to 'desert' please – that was my old password'
'I'm sorry, but we can't change user's passwords to ones that they supply – that would compromise site security'
'Oh, then could you just give me a new password?'
'Sure. What about desert?'
'Huh? .. .. Oh, Ok, that would be fine'
I hang up, they hang up. 10 minutes later they call back.
'Have you changed that password yet?' they ask
'CHANGED the password?' I say 'You just asked me to give you a new password, you said nothing about changing it'
'But... Oh. Well, could you change it to desert for me please?'
'I'm sorry, but I can't do that, because of the security compromise, as I told you before. If I knew your password, I could possibly log into your account without you knowing, couldn't I?'
'Well yes...'
