The day was sure to be long, the system administrator would be attempting many tasks in several locations – best go prepared for any eventuality he thought. The initial task was to check that there had been no problems during the night, once completed there was time for thinking about task two. This task, years in the planning (unlike most tasks undertaken by muppets) should go quickly and smoothly. The weary walk towards the old computer room, the resigned sigh as the door is opened – the deafening screach of the failing fans in several of the machine housings that no one has heard except Clarice (She remembered the Fans Screaming). Still this task won’t take too long, run the shutdown on the servers that are still up power off all the disk enclosures then listen to “The Silence of the Fans” for a few minutes. Look around the old computer room for probably the last time, then leave avoiding the cables strewn around and the other obstacles that are hard to see in the darkness – the power to the lights had been turned off since I was last here and I don’t know where the power switch is. For this I award myself “The Peon Sombero”, secure in the knowledge that there is someone nearby who will want to take it off me soon.
Now to get on with creating two accounts on each server that we have, yes hard as it is to believe two more people have passed the audition and are about to join.