Don t like Mondays

Dizzy had what he would consider a wonderful weekend . A lot of bike stuff, no females that would bitch all the time about the fact that there was so much bike stuff or who would have prevented it in the first place. He also had time for a little maintenance on some of his boxes, which he could actually do in the sunshine. And on top of it all, Dizzy decided on a little new project of his, namely to put a swimming pool in his garden to be able to actually drift around on the water on some brightly colored polyvinylchloride air tank and hack away.

Driving back to the insurance company almost ruined his Monday already because of the traffic. If he only could use his bike to get to this place, he could have dodged a lot of the traffic by simply flying by on the forbidden but existing additional left half-lane that is almost exclusively used by bikers and people with a life expectation of about 5 more seconds. But of course, being Monday, it started to rain in the morning, which caused the selection algorithm for transport means to revert to default state ˜car .

Back at his customer, the day didn t get better when he noticed that the BMW armada of the suit consulters were there already. Why the hell do they have to be here today? he asks himself during his slow ascent in the elevator. When he leaves the vertical transport unit, he almost runs into Ken, who looks like he had a triple X-rated type of weekend with Barbie.

Hi, how is the installation and securing of the ITS system going? Ken asks right away.

Dizzy looks at him like you only look while observing a toddler trying to get a round object into a square hole, walks on slowly and murmurs something like, In progress..

After handling the usual results from massive waste of bandwidth in his Inbox that mainly deal with coffee cups not being placed in the dishwasher and other critical information, he locks his workstation and descends to the server room, finding Gino again busy with the same Sun server. This time, it takes not all that much time to get Gino s attention. Dizzy walks to the bank of IBM servers and moves the little track ball on the keyboard to make the screen saver disappear. A second later he whishes he could undo the move.

What the..! he almost screams. Gino comes over slowly and looks over Dizzy s shoulder.

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The first thing that Dizzy notices is not the text in all capital letters that clearly states what happened but the fully filled percent bar in the left lower corner.

A number of work days later, when Dizzy concludes an extremely thoroughly performed forensics analysis of the system and the whole neighboring network segment, much to the displeasure of Ken and the Barbie dress man, he is satisfied and happy that no backdoors were installed and no other systems were compromised. Unfortunately, the only thing that he does find is a changed Administrator password on the machine. How it got changed has probably something to do with the SAP setup program, but no one has even the faintest idea what that could have been.

After all, Dizzy is not too unhappy about the whole encounter. Ken and his guys had their contract significantly shortened when the forensics analysis arrived at the point where it needed the auditing data from the SAP systems. The relevant project documentation contained just one line:

 13.8.1 Audit Settings  TBD