abyss-as-a-service

Floating serenely through a peaceful abyss, a sigh escapes; content.
A siren wails, you're jolted from your respite
/dev/xsdb1 is at 100%

A cacophony of alerts screech from the phone.
Upset is the fragile balance, failure cascades.
Was only a matter of time.
Get some coffee.

All you ping seems to crumble, machine after machine fall; a massacre of uptime.

night-before-opsmas.txt

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the racks
Not a server was alerting, not even Compaqs.
The backups were written to tapes with care
In hopes that later the data would be there.

The machines were nestled all snug in their sleds
Whilst visions of vengeance danced in their heads;
And oncall in his three-wolf and I in my rack.
Had just settled down for some syn and some ack.