Just admit it Mr.SysAdmin. Admit you accidentally installed IIS on the wrong server and thereby brought down a production application which had to be re-installed and the data recovered.
It’s okay. No big. It only took a couple of hours to diagnose the problem and another couple of hours to recover everything.
It would have been nice if you’d come to us and told us so we’d have gone right to the recovery step of our program. But hey, we kind of got a big clue when we found you cowering underneath one of the racks in the server room, looking all sweaty despite the 50 degree temperature.
Sigh.
You’re a naughty little SysAdmin. Bad!
:smack:
Your OP was eloquent and interesting, and I enjoyed it very much. But I have a confession to make. When I read the title of your thread, it seemed to be a request directed at the world in general, and not an inappropriate one.
So I said it. Loudly. And I must admit that I feel slightly better now.
Well, it started out as a very mild rant. Really not at all pit worthy.
But you’ve given it an interesting twist and potentially a new purpose. Thank you, Soup King.
So yes, oh world of the SDMB. Stand up and be heard! Admit you’ve screwed the pooch and how!!
Confession is good for the soul. 
…must… resist… ovian… joke…
Well, that should take the heat off for awhile…
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! That just got me looks from everyone within a 50-foot radius. That was absolutely beautiful. wipes away tears
Hal, you are a man of class. applause
Okay, I’ll say it. You screwed the pooch.
Guys! There’s more than enough pooch to go around!
We had a sysadmin that was very prone to doing this same kind of shit.
One day he noticed his cubicle had a properly-tied (by yours truly) hangman’s rope hanging in front of it.
Funny, things got better.
First I said that I screwed the pooch. Then I said that I fucked the dog. Now what?
In Russia, Pooch screws you!
::d&r::
I screwed the pooch, and so did my wife!
Batman screwed the pooch. But don’t worry, he was prepared.
I’m waiting for BART to admit they’ve had illicit affairs with the dog.
Not once, but twice this week, their computer system went down, stopping all trains wherever they were. Tonight it went down right in the heat of rush hour for an hour and a half. I was one of the lucky ones and was stuck underground in a tunnel for only 45 minutes.
Okay, I’ll ask this now: what’s the difference between screwing the pooch and jumping the shark? From context, I guess that either one is a state of having put one’s gonads in an awkward place - but is there some difference?
It’s only been a few months since I recall first hearing the expression, “jumped the shark.”
“Jumping the shark” is a term for the point at which something that used to be good goes bad. “Screwing the pooch” used to mean wasting time, but now it just means screwing up.
Ah. (I should learn to go to Snopes and Wikipedia first, I really should.)
I see that they are fairly different ideas.
You should poke your sysadmin with soft cushions and yell “Confess!” at him.
If he doesn’t get it, get HR to fire him. A real sysadmin would get that.
They lied to KCBS, too. They said nobody was stuck in trains anywhere. They’ll never admit that they screwed the pooch.