Chris had a policy: if the server room is beeping, it’s already a bad day.
So when the entire floor started smelling like burnt toast, he knew something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Racing down the hall, he burst into the server room to find it glowing with an eerie, flickering orange light. For a brief, terrifying moment, he thought, Fire?! But no—just the temperature warning lights screaming in unison. The cooling system had failed, and the room had turned into a sauna for expensive hardware.
Inner Thought #1: This is how I die. Not heroically. Not dramatically. Just cooked alive next to a rack of servers.
Chris scrambled to shut things down before actual flames erupted. But, of course, the company’s ancient servers refused to shut down properly, forcing him to manually unplug each and every one.
Just as he yanked the last power cable, Steve from accounting peeked in.
Steve: “Hey, our budget tracker stopped working. Is that related?”
Chris: (drenched in sweat, holding a dead power strip like a medieval weapon) “Yes, Steve. It’s related.”
Two hours, three emergency cooling fans, and a gallon of cold water later, the servers were back online. But the budget tracker? Fried.
Inner Thought #2: Maybe I should let Dave rebuild it in blockchain. That way, when it crashes, I can blame him instead.