From 2001 to 2003, I worked as the local IT admin and jack-of-all-trades for a branch of a collection services company in California. It was fun in that I got to do a lot of stuff that a larger organization would have compartmentalized, but it was also difficult in that I had no one to back me up when I needed to make an argument. The boss happened to not only behave like the "pointy-haired boss" in Dilbert, but he actually had pointy hair -- a coincidence that often manifested itself when he showed both his lack of IT knowledge and his poor management decisions.
When I first took the job, the network consisted of a hodgepodge of equipment run on cat3 and coax. By "hodgepodge," I mean we had ancient reel-to-reel tape drives and an old mainframe running data "platters" that I had never heard of until then, and the user environment was old orange-screen terminals.
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When the day came to upgrade to a new network, I got tasked with the project and spent a couple of weekends pulling Cat5 through suspended ceilings and conduits, and I got to install a textbook server to replace the old mainframe. I did much of the grunt work myself and planned very carefully, and I was thrilled to see I had quite a bit of money left over in my budget. I went through the appropriate channels and bought an extra server to use as a mirrored server for fault tolerance.
In the course of a few months, the mirrored server setup prevented costly interruptions to service several times -- and I was pleased with myself for my foresight.
Then I went on vacation.
While I was on vacation, the IT guys from the main office flew out to take my "extra" server to their office to reimage and use as an additional Exchange server. My manager accepted their explanation that I was wasting company resources with this "extra server" and let them abscond with a very much needed piece of equipment.
That Saturday my pager went off. I called in to find out that the network was down and 400 collection agents were idling away their time because of the outage. I apologized to my wife and drive the 450 miles back to the office to find out that my backup server was gone. After an hour, the lone server was back up and running from a backup tape that was several days old. My boss demanded to know why the server failed -- and I demanded to know where my backup server was.