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Here is another anecdote that helps to describe that "DBA from Hell" that we all have met (been?) at one time or another (Chris, I think you were at this meeting):
When working at that large financial institution, the DBA staff would get together for regular staff meetings to keep everyone up to date on their projects. The manager, an affable and likable guy who had more patience than I could ever have, asked the biggest curmudgeon in the group for an update on his project. This was back in the "old days" and his task was to implement DBRC for the IMS systems that were in use. It was an important project and he had supposedly been working on it for months.
Our manager had asked the curmudgeon for updates before and all he'd get were non-committal grunts or non-updates, like "it's coming along." So he had asked the week before for the curmudgeon to develop an implementation plan. When he asked him at the meeting where the plan was, the curmudgeon never uttered a word, he just smirked and tapped the side of his head (meaning, I guess, that he had it all figured out in his head). The manager's mistake, I suppose, was not explicitly telling him that the plan had to be in writing...
This was a guy to learn from - that is, to learn what NOT to do!
Funny story
Posted bycfootat
2006-06-20 07:46 AM
He was the one who taught me IMS administration. You know he was an ex Marine Corp drill instructor. We were allowed to smoke in the office back then. He always had that pipe jammed between his teeth.
He used to stand behind me and watch me type. He'd lean in real close every so often and say "You know what Foot, the next time you make a mistake, I'm not even going to tell you that you did it. I'm going to wait about 5 minutes and then shove my pipe up your nose."
He had me so flustered most of the time I could barely type. Didn't make many mistakes though.
He tracked me down on another floor one day and said "So Foot, do you know what you're doing?." As I was pondering the best answer, he said "I don't think you know what you're doing because if you did know, you wouldn't have done what you did in the first place." He promptly stomped away. I was afraid to go back upstairs for the rest of the afternoon. I finally got the guts to ask him what I did wrong and he just smiled and said "Just keeping you on your toes, Mr. Foot." What a character.
Geez,think how long ago that was... Makes me feel old. I remember when we were the young pups.
When working at that large financial institution, the DBA staff would get together for regular staff meetings to keep everyone up to date on their projects. The manager, an affable and likable guy who had more patience than I could ever have, asked the biggest curmudgeon in the group for an update on his project. This was back in the "old days" and his task was to implement DBRC for the IMS systems that were in use. It was an important project and he had supposedly been working on it for months.
Our manager had asked the curmudgeon for updates before and all he'd get were non-committal grunts or non-updates, like "it's coming along." So he had asked the week before for the curmudgeon to develop an implementation plan. When he asked him at the meeting where the plan was, the curmudgeon never uttered a word, he just smirked and tapped the side of his head (meaning, I guess, that he had it all figured out in his head). The manager's mistake, I suppose, was not explicitly telling him that the plan had to be in writing...
This was a guy to learn from - that is, to learn what NOT to do!
He used to stand behind me and watch me type. He'd lean in real close every so often and say "You know what Foot, the next time you make a mistake, I'm not even going to tell you that you did it. I'm going to wait about 5 minutes and then shove my pipe up your nose."
He had me so flustered most of the time I could barely type. Didn't make many mistakes though.
He tracked me down on another floor one day and said "So Foot, do you know what you're doing?." As I was pondering the best answer, he said "I don't think you know what you're doing because if you did know, you wouldn't have done what you did in the first place." He promptly stomped away. I was afraid to go back upstairs for the rest of the afternoon. I finally got the guts to ask him what I did wrong and he just smiled and said "Just keeping you on your toes, Mr. Foot." What a character.
Geez,think how long ago that was... Makes me feel old. I remember when we were the young pups.
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