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The Bathroom Server
A company was told that when their lease was up they'd have to move to a new suite a floor below. A new business would be taking over their space. This wouldn't have been a problem, except that they had just built a server room in the back of their office — equipped with air conditioning units, ventilation, dedicated and backup power — which couldn't be relocated. The solution building management came up with was to wall off the old door to the server closet and allow access to the server room via the handicapped stall in the ladies restroom. The door in our handicapped bathroom just leads to Narnia.
I can just see the server down error page.
We apologize for the server being down. It will be at least one hour before we fix anything because someone had Taco Bell for lunch.
The worst is when they download their logs. Sorry, but I couldn't resist the bathroom humor, but my mind is in the toilet.
Many's the time I've run into the bathroom having put off the inevitable for as long as possible, and passed a female janitor in the one closet, or female tech in the other, within full view of all our stall doors. Worse, within range of the other senses of sight and smell.
I know I've probably put more than one of those poor ladies off their feed when the ol' lower tract just wouldn't observe polite social convention.
Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.
...to take a database dump
there are benefits. I ran a small office network that was in a 1920s building. The offices used to be living quarters for schoolteachers and the server was actually IN the restroom off of my office, in the linen cabinet. I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there...
So what do you do if the server crashes? Hold down the flusher, spin the toilet paper roll backwards, and tap the trash can with your foot?