After almost three months into the new job, maybe it's appropriate to do some 'point.
Meanwhile, for the first time directly working for a bank which is owned by another bank, which is owned by two other banks, which have among the shareholders, in addition to the British Treasury, the bank I work for in an orgy of cross-ownership that make it look like the nymphomaniac incestuous a film for boarders. Oh well ', not a trauma - not having worked for an American multinational which made him look like the Borg of the Boy Scouts.
The work environment is not too bad, especially for a bank in the middle of the City. There is pressure and competition, of course, but people with whom he shares the space is relatively decent - at least considering that most of New Zealand. Unfortunately one of the most popular jokes are assholes - I had forgotten to lock my car before going to make a cup of tea, I discovered that at some point in my email account was a statement game d 'love for Vassili motherf ** ker The Giant, as he likes to be called - our Cisco engineer, who loves to insult his colleagues, calling them "fucking Chechens" and raises him alone for IBM BladeCenters insert them in the rack, on the other hand, my colleague from New Zealand behind me made the unforgivable mistake of not logout from one of the few computers with unrestricted access to the Internet - and had not secured the passwords stored in IE, with the result of finding Ebay for a lucky winner in men's thong lame and sequins in the colors of the flag of New Zealand (for the modest sum of about £ 30). Among other things, I had never considered how much confusion can be generated simply by swapping places with each other all keyboards and all the wireless mouse on a row of desks, or how it might irritate a person become clogged with paper and tape the LED mouse. Sometimes it is definitely worth it, wake up molto presto per arrivare al lavoro prima degli altri il lunedì mattina.
Insomma, l'impatto è stato quasi interamente positivo, ma ci sono delle cose a cui fatico ad abituarmi.
Prima di tutto, l'attenzione paranoica alla sicurezza. Lavoro in un ambito relativamente sensibile - abbastanza da far comparire sul mio contratto la famigerata clausola che mi impone di non scrivere in rete nè per che banca lavoro, nè di che dipartimento della banca faccio parte - e non dovrei essere sorpreso da certi accorgimenti, ma lo sono. L' intero edificio è una gabbia di Faraday, nessun telefono o modem cellulare funziona al suo interno fatta eccezione per i Blackberry aziendali (femtocelle all'interno?); are not allowed inside the building not owned by the bank's computer - I have to pull out at the netbook by the backpack and place it in a safety cabinet, outside the Faraday cage, also inside the building there are different levels of safety and to enter certain areas need to pass a scanner that pings in your pocket if you have a USB stick or any other electronic gadgets - makes sense, USB drives are disabled on the Windows desktop, which are administered centrally, but are more difficult to disable on other operating systems, especially for those who have access to the sysadmin server, then do not enter the server room with USB keys, trapping all calls are recorded, all the browsing history is recorded for each browser (and proxy connections pass through a filter with extremely paranoid), all emails are stored, and most Internet protocols, in fact all but HTTP and HTTPS are disabled.
The second thing that I'm having trouble getting used to is no longer a sysadmin. Much of the two readers of this blog are geeks, and they will understand what I mean, but for who he is not, it is sometimes difficult to explain the chasm that separates the sysadmin from ordinary human beings.
A sysadmin is a job really hard to explain to the layman, because most laymen have no idea that certain things in order to work need a human being who regularly take the kick. Almost no human being, say, has no idea what happens between the time when he wrote "vuvuvu point stantuffami dot com" in the address bar and when the photos or videos of sluts and Ilona Molly Melons begin to occur on the screen; does not know that his computer had to go back a long chain of computers, each asking, "Excuse me, mica has no idea who is responsible for stantuffami dot com?" until you find someone who gave him the address of the computer manager, at which point he turned to the said responsibility to ask "Excuse me, she knows all about stantuffami dot com, tell me what address has vuvuvu?" and had the address has sent a signal of "ready, can you hear me?" to the right place - without having the slightest idea where this address is, but simply sending it closer to the routing (a computer whose job is solely to redirect the data it receives in the direction you want to go, when you do not know the direction but only the destination), who watched the first number in and says "ah, this one is a server in Sarcazzistan" and spent all'istradatore higher level, one of those who manage the traffic international, saying, 'Do the favor, see a little' if you can get it in Sarcazzistan, "and so on. At one point, the package arrived in Sarcazzistan where the router has finally addressed to the local computer fair, where he passed a firewall or two (even other computers, built, configured and optimized just to check that only legitimate data to pass and reach the server), and finally reached the server (yet another computer whose job is to respond to requests for Internet Explorer, Firefox, Opera sending their videos, images, html pages and so on and so forth), which responds with the corresponding signal of "Yes, I hear you, and you hear me? " he did everything the opposite path and receives in turn answer "Yes, I hear you "(*), followed by" Please send me the page that shows all if you do not ask anything specific, "and so on.
In particular, the average layman does not know that each of the computers mentioned above is constantly followed by one or more sysadmin who have installed and configured, monitor 24 / 7 performance and use of resources such as memory, processing power and disk space, ensure the reconfiguration every time some lunatic in the IANA or ICANN change the cards on the table, deal to close as soon as possible the various security holes are discovered daily - thus preventing the data of their credit card details are passed to the Russian mafia when they pay for access to stantuffami dot com - devise sistemi di riserva da attivare quando (non se: quando ) il sistema principale salterà catastroficamente mentre il sysadmin si sta arrampicando sulla Cresta Bruneck (Dolomiti) e il suo vice si è spalmato contro un autobus con la moto nuova, rispondono con tono rassicurante, alle 3 del mattino, alle telefonate di clienti in preda al panico perchè "the Internet is broken!" (trad.: "il mio computer non si accende perchè ieri sera mio figlio di 3 anni ha staccato la spina").
Un sysadmin è anche la persona che gestisce in pratica tutte le misure di sicurezza di cui parlavo più su, almeno quelle informatiche, e quindi è la persona da assillare quando il filtro che blocca il cazzeggio su Facebook during working hours also locks, as collateral damage, a few sites that the user has a legitimate reason to connect (yes, yes, sure, we all believe) is the person who generally has the only computer in whole company can connect with the outside world without restrictions, and often is also the only machine which is freely configurable and not "stuck" on a profile managed centrally. For example, it is often the only person who has the right / authority / responsibility to use its desktop operating system they want, without anyone having the courage to tell him - if only because in general not even understand what you're talking about. That person, up to a month ago, I was, now I'm a non-sysadmin, one of the other , one must use the Windows desktop that is passed and can not protest, one must go to the sysadmin hat in hand to ask if Please install the Wireshark because, I swear, I really need to analyze a run snoop. It is not easy to suddenly become a member of the flock.
work, mind you, is interesting. For example, among other things are responsible, together with another person, a system, not as complex as a computer, but computers, storage area networks, encrypted connections with bags of half the planet, links to external inter-bank services, to be online sempre, perchè quando va giù il danno finanziario per la banca si misura in svariate migliaia di sterline al secondo ; e il mio mestiere è, fondamentalmente, di coordinare i sysadmin che si occupano delle varie parti del sistema, assicurarmi che ognuno abbia le informazioni e le istruzioni di cui ha bisogno per fare il proprio lavoro o per risolvere i problemi, mantenere i contatti con le ditte che fanno le parti del lavoro (come il monitoraggio) dato in outsourcing e anche lì assicurarmi che le informazioni scorrano come devono, identificare i problemi ed assegnarli alle persone giuste, e così via. Certo, il lavoro ha ancora (per fortuna) parti strettamente tecniche - ma molto più limitate: tocca a me creare e testare a fondo la nuova configurazione standard per i server Linux della banca, ma una volta finiti i test, mi tocca scrivere un documento, passarlo ai sysadmin e lasciare a loro il compito di installarli; e in generale il mio lavoro diventa sempre più da systems architect e sempre meno da systems administrator, trasformandomi lentamente in quello che i militari chiamano un REMF, o Rear-Echelon MotherF**ker, uno che sta tranquillo nelle retrovie e non si avvicina neanche ai problemi della linea del fronte.
Insomma, le cose cambiano, e per giunta questo é il primo weekend in oltre un mese in cui non ho avuto da lavorare. E mi sto divertendo un mondo.
(*) Questo scambio, "Pronto, mi senti?" - "Sì, ti sento, and you hear me? "-" Yes, I hear you, "or, for people who work," SYN "-" ACK, SYN "-" ACK ", also called" three-way handshake "is the quickest way to ensure that both participants in the conversation to be able both to speak and to hear what the other says.
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