Showing posts with label tech. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tech. Show all posts

Friday, May 22, 2015

Teflon Man

He's everywhere. Everyone who's had a job has probably run into this guy, and maybe been as frustrated as I am with his amazing abilities to deflect all responsibility.

Let me tell you of my latest run in with this Super Non-Hero.

I work in tech. We have a platform on which we process log lines from a web server. They go through a product called syslog, which in turn writes those logs to a central storage unit. All of our environments (Development, Staging, Production) go through this syslog server and writes to our storage. Teflon Man decided that this was affecting our production environment, slowing things down because accessing the storage was getting slow, so he had a plan to change the syslog service to send all environment log lines —except production — to another storage server.

During the work day he changed the configuration file for the syslog server, essentially stopping it from processing anything except the production log lines. He did not however turn off the services writing those log lines from the other environments, so they were still writing log lines to syslog; syslog just wasn't processing them. This meant that the syslog server was creating a queue of those files.

That evening he went in and created new storage areas for the other environments. He then turned syslog back on with a configuration change pointing those log lines to the new storage. Syslog started to process all of the backed up log lines, while also trying to process the current incoming production log lines. We started falling behind in processing because syslog couldn't keep up. The thing is, no one knew that he'd done this evening work. He didn't call anyone, didn't send out an email, nothing.

I was on-call, so I got an alert about the lag. I checked a bunch of system logs to see if I could figure out what the issue was. We were clearly having problems, but it was none of the usual suspects. Eventually I called Teflon Man and he said, "Oh, I did this thing." He explained what he did (see the previous paragraph) and I told him to go back and change it because it was fucking up production. He did so.

Here's where the accountability issue comes in. This morning I spoke with him and identified 3 things that I thought were problems:


  1. That we did not have monitoring that helped us quickly pinpoint the problem. This was a team issue, not his problem, but I thought it was something we should work on because time to resolution was pretty long. This was a no-blame point. All of my team are on notice when it's a monitoring failure. 
  2. That a production change was made at night without a head's up to anyone. 
  3. That he didn't monitor after his change to verify that everything was working smoothly. 
He was able to agree with the first point because it was a team issue. He didn't have to take any personal responsibility for this failure. The other 2 points though? Oh, he had answers for those and at no point accepted that he may have done something wrong. Regarding making a production change at night he said, "Well, it wasn't a production change really. I was only changing Staging and Dev." The change was made on a production box; what part of that means it wasn't production? 

On the third point he had the same argument. He had checked to make sure syslog came back up after he restarted it (which was necessary for the configuration change to take effect) and that was it because, again, he didn't think he was affecting production. Ummm...you had to restart a service that pulls production log lines. How is that not affecting production?! 

Ultimately he blamed it on the technology. Syslog isn't robust; syslog couldn't keep up. It also turned out that after he restarted syslog it was still backed up with the logs from the other environments because the permissions on the new mounts weren't correct, so it couldn't write to the new storage location. Who do you think created the new storage locations? He did. You'd think he'd have checked to make sure they were writing where they were supposed to be, but no. 

He had excuses for everything: excuses for why he hadn't monitored production after making the change to make sure we were still processing properly; excuses for syslog wasn't working; excuses for why he hadn't checked the permissions. At no point did he accept responsibility for his part in the problem. I'm not saying some sort of groveling thing; I mean a simple, "My bad." I make mistakes and I own up to them. This dude? Nope. The email he sent this morning was like this:

It appears that syslog was behind transferring production logs due to issues with processing the dev, qa and staging logs. After disabling the non production environments in syslog the production files started transferring normally and the pipeline is now catching up and lag is now decreasing.

Nice generic email that at no point explains that it was his fault. My emails, when I fuck something up, say things like, "I did x and this happened. I fixed it."

Lest you should think I'm not a team player, let me assure you that that is not the case. When I gave a post-mortem to my boss this morning I didn't say, "Teflon Man did this." I said, "We made changes yesterday" and "last night the config was changed". I kept it vague, I kept it team. No one is trying to throw anyone under the bus. But within the team, when you've caused the on-call person grief, you say, "Whoops, my bad" and own up to your shit.

Not Teflon Man.

This is especially grating this week because I've had a shitty week which started off with a botched firewall deployment which was my fault, and I got grief about it. Direct grief, not vague team grief. I owned up to it with the boss and my team. But this freaking guy right here? Nope. And my boss won't hold him accountable in any way. He found out that Teflon Man made the changes and his response was, "I'm concerned that we didn't troubleshoot it correctly, that it took us longer than I'd have liked to figure out what the problem was." Really? That's what you've got? Someone made a change to the production system sans warning, sans input from others, and you're focusing on how long it took us to figure it out? That's all you've got? Not maybe that if we'd known about the change that would be the first thing we'd have investigated?

Ugh.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Where's My RAM?

I ordered RAM from Crucial in late November. 8GB to add to my Macbook Pro so that I could do some serious home studio amateur recording. I'm cheap, right, so I picked the free shipping option. I knew it would take a while to come, so I didn't sweat it. It would get here when it got here. Except finally, this weekend, I kinda thought to myself, Okay, I get that it was free shipping, but was it coming from rural Ecuador? I decided to finally track the package and find that things are not as simple as they seem.

First of all, although Crucial provided me a link to ups.com for tracking, the package was actually being delivered by my local post office. Part of some service or other called Mail Innovations where UPS gets the package as far as your local PO, and then USPS takes over. So you get one tracking number for UPS, then another for USPS. Oh, and information about your package may fall into a black hole of some sort when the transition happens and you have to wait for it to pop up in the local postal service system. Super.

The tracking information said that it was delivered on November 30th, at 8:41pm. To an address the next town over. Great. My package has been delivered to the wrong address, and since it's over a week since delivery something tells me the recipient wasn't a good samaritan type who would at least give it back to the post office. Unfortunately for me I discovered this Saturday night, so there were no official channels available to me. I made a last desperate effort though. I looked up my address in this other town, figuring that it was likely delivered there. I actually drove to this person's house at like 7pm. I checked with my wife first as she's my sounding board, my crazy test. If she thinks it's insane, it's probably best that I don't do it. She saw no problem with a black woman riding up to some stranger's house at night looking for a package. So I went. Unfortunately, the dude who answered didn't speak a ton of English (although he did answer the door and talk to me, which gets mad props), and I don't know if he even understood what I was asking. I was all like, "I live on 123 Sugar Lane in Middletown" and he's like, "No, this is Concord." Ummm...yeah. I walked away empty-handed from that encounter. But, alive! That's a plus.