So, a couple weeks ago at work we got a couple-four-ish really
big monitors in. I mean, really big. Like 80 inchers. A small feud immediately
erupted over who would get said monitors. Let’s just say that words were used
(such as ‘doo doo head’) and then before it could spill over into violence, we
were told that the monitors would be mounted around the office.
We put away our bricks and bike chains (yes, we’re
old-school rumblers) and then started discussing what would appear on these
wall-mounted monitors. Rumors abounded. Some thought that they’d be used for
company-wide meetings. Some thought that they’d run cartoons 24-hours (my
personal favorite). Others made a strong case that these ‘monitors’ were
actually observation devices that would be used to watch us, so the men in
black would know whom to take in the night.
In short, we didn’t know and we waited breathlessly, as the
IT began the slow process of installing the mounting brackets, running wires,
sighting in the machine guns, and generally being productive.
NOTE: Our IT guys rock. They’re amazingly good at what they
do and nothing ever fazes them. If there was a zombie apocalypse, they would be
calmly erecting defenses and ensuring that we still had internet connections
while the rest of us ran in circles, screaming and trying to update our
Facebook status to ‘panicked’ or ‘being eaten.’
Thus about a week ago, with the monitors all mounted on the
walls and all the complicated wiring tucked neatly away, IT announced that they
were going to be turned on.
The monitors. The monitors were going to be turned on. I
mean, I don’t know. Maybe the IT guys really liked their work and felt a need
to announce it. I try not to judge.
Anyway, we all gathered around the monitor in our area, to
bear witness to the great Turning On! And then, with little fanfare, the
monitor sprang to life.
And we saw graphs.
Sixteen graphs to be exact, laid out in a four by four grid.
We waited and watched. One of the graphs updated.
“Is that it?” someone asked.
“That’s the feed they gave us,” the IT guy responded.
“Huh.”
We looked closely at the graphs. They were all bar graphs
and one looked like a top hat. About thirty seconds in, they all updated,
becoming slightly different versions of what they had been before. This
happened again, thirty seconds later.
What were these graphs and what did they mean? The bravest
among us stepped close and looked at the titles. One was ’09 SPLUN.’ Another
was ‘TST ADVR.’ One guy thinks he knows what two of them represent, but the
rest of us are dubious.
Needless to say, the novelty soon wore off. The graphs
change slightly about every thirty seconds, so something’s happening, but we
have no idea what. It could be tracking Wonder Woman cosplayers for all we know
(which would be cool).
Now we just generally ignore them. Occasionally, someone
will wander by, glance at the monitor and announce ‘the top hat is still there.’
Which is probably good.
Maybe.
Cheers,
-Jason
2 comments:
Googling for SPLUN got me "Splunk", which appears to be some kind of software/company for monitoring IT/computer performance. Googling for "tst advr" only showed this blog post though, so that's a special little snowflake.
And my mom always said I was special :)
Post a Comment