Too Many Diversions

All was well in the land of NorthEast Teesus. A window of magic had been designated for a Sunday and much work had been planned. It was so glorious of a week that even the Columbus dark hole was going to participate.

Truly it would be a grand window of technical magic bringing all kinds of productivity for the king’s allies.

Things are never so easy as this though and today the king found a doppleganger among his allies.

Truly a bothersome creature, the doppleganger can never do significant damage or risk being found out, but they can stay in hiding so long that their insidious nature allows them to create havoc at the most vulnerable of times.

It was at this time that the doppleganger sensed a weakness and decided to strike.

The king had taken care of the schedule. A master of process magic, he had organized the window to the satisfaction of all. The magical system admins were happy, the dense customer service members were happy, and even the truly non-magical dbas were happy. It was glorious for all.

Then the doppleganger struck.

“If something goes wrong with the work rom 2am to 5am, we could not support it,” hissed the creature.

“Your team has no work scheduled in that period,” replied the king.

“The creature scuttled to and fro before replying. “There is too much work scheduled.”

“We have an extended window,” said the king, “and all work fits in the window with approved timelines.”

The doppleganger swayed back an forth on his tail and his forked tongue spat, “where is your ally, the one called Jonsea?”

The king did not answer for Jonsea had taken vacation.

“Aha,” cried the creature. His scales became apparent for the briefest of moments before being replaced with Khakis, polo, and a tie. It slithered up to the one called senior director, a man completely bedazzled by the wiles of the doppleganger.

Word came down from above. A whole platform’s work would be postponed one month to when it was going to cause schedule overlaps. Plus, the people in the window would need to be awake from midnight to noon but have nothing to do from 2am to 5am.

The rejoicing stopped. The SAs were mad, the customer service members were confused, and the DBAs had taken to eating their toenails.

The doppleganger had won.