0 commentsRE:Blaster worm... I was in an Atlanta warehouse yesterday afternoon where many of Delta Airline's outdated computers go when they do company-wide upgrades. Piles and piles and piles of machines that sometimes stacked up to fifty feet high. It was a beautifully scary tech graveyard.
As I waited for the front clerk to finish processing my order, a stocky Russian man ran through the waiting room and into the owner's office. Jeff hadn't been able to access his Access database to give me a good price quote, but the clerk wasn't even able to print out an invoice had we those prices. Boris the Sys Admin was paged over the intercom, and now here he was.
I;d like to think what happened next is a good summary of what might be happening in a lot of I.T. departments across the world. Boris stops and leans against Jeff's door frame and lights a cigarette. He takes a big drag and, in a very thick Russian accent, lays it out. "It's bad, Jeff. Really bad." He shakes his head as I begin wondering how a woman's Russian accent can be so sexy and a man's Russian accent can be so intimidating. "Must be a virus. We're going to be here late."
Jeff ballparks a figure and we do some light paperwork like it is 1988. I called back today to see what the damage was. "Over $10,000 in lost on-line orders, systems still down."