Made a bit of a wilmslow-esque cock up last week. In a fit of absent mindedness I deleted the wrong thing. Oops.
Not the end of the world as it could be recovered from a backup but not exactly good for my rep if I had to own up to it.
So spent three hours in the evening trying, and failing, to recreate from scratch.
Had a bit of a sleepless night and then in the morning concocted a vaguely plausible technical reason why we had to recreate something from the backup... to be met with a 'they have lost the password for that account.'
Argh. I then, against all hope, found a massive security hole in the system where the password was stored in clear text and was able to recreate the object.
Now it is sitting there looking all shiny and new and professional and working.
And nobody knows I f'd up. Elation is the word.
It's almost worth doing for the feeling afterwards. Could be addictive.
Ever come back from a self-inflicted sucker punch to win the fight yourself?
Not the end of the world as it could be recovered from a backup but not exactly good for my rep if I had to own up to it.
So spent three hours in the evening trying, and failing, to recreate from scratch.
Had a bit of a sleepless night and then in the morning concocted a vaguely plausible technical reason why we had to recreate something from the backup... to be met with a 'they have lost the password for that account.'
Argh. I then, against all hope, found a massive security hole in the system where the password was stored in clear text and was able to recreate the object.
Now it is sitting there looking all shiny and new and professional and working.
And nobody knows I f'd up. Elation is the word.
It's almost worth doing for the feeling afterwards. Could be addictive.
Ever come back from a self-inflicted sucker punch to win the fight yourself?
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