WFH

The Work From Home Project
  • DBAs are good

    Financial, health, demographic, taxation, production, defence etc...There is some serious data out there all under the control of the men and women we call DBAs.  Several years ago I remember being given a CD containing the entire electoral roll.  Within 10 minutes the data was inside SQL Server and my fellow DBA had a query showing all the girls aged 18-25 who lived in his neighbourhood.  With the "information is power" catchcry, the potential for fun and profit are not far away and yet you hear very few cases of fraud/malicious damage against a DBA. Is it because they are...

  • DBAs are evil

    A long time ago just down the road, no matter who asked you your name, you always gave the same reply. " I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod." DBAs, who where good at the time, where stoked. FirstName, LastName and Clan..  Nice natural composite key. As usual, we screwed it up, breed like rabbits and ended up doing Satan's work.  The answer now depend on who's asking... To the telephone company I am  SUCKER093546 To the Government   I am  SLAVE8273  And who is responsible for this? DBAs. They don't see people as normal people do, they are just nodes on a B-tree...

  • Office, equipment & first scope

    I am hoping this will be the first of many, but time constraints or other circumstances may alter the hope. A desk a mate of mine built, is the main workstation which is not far from the kitchen.   The 2-way satellite modems are connected to it and its a 2 point whatever Celeron with 512MB RAM.  I went on a bit of shopping spree and bought a laser printer, 512MB RAM, my first optical mouse and a DVD burner.  The DVD unit was because the MSDN Universal discs are in that format. <WHINGE>Where's my MSDN? Where's my MSDN? Where's my MSDN?</WHINGE> Side...

  • No place like home...

    It's 2:45AM and I have been on the road for nearly 11 hours.  The car is packed to and on the roof and the dogs are sleeping with one eye open.  The little sign finally appears and I brake as the turn-off approaches.  10 miles of dirt road leads us up the mountain and welcomes us a jolt.  The other eye opens and the scramble for poll position on the front passenger seat takes place.  In their eyes, they both have the best spot. I quickly accelerate to reach that certain speed where the suspension and the ruts in the road...