Exchange takes ages to run the tests over it’s database. I got bored, boredom leads to creativity, creativity leads to parody, parody leads to bad song lyrics, bad song lyrics leads to Yoda. [To the tune of Drink With Me] Sys Admin, rest…. Drink with me, to nights, gone by. Type with me, isinteg alltests. Here’s to exchange servers who went to our heads, Here’s to shitty servers, who kept us from our beds. here’s to them, and here’s to you. Drink with me, to nights gone by. Can it be? The hard drive died? Will we ever get email back online? Could it be your backup’s worth nothing at all. is that file, just one more lie. Drink with me, to nights gone by. To the files that used to be. At the shrine of backups never say die. Let the whir of tape drives never run dry Here’s to you and here’s to me. Do I care if it should die, when I’m not paid overtime? Life without email means nothing at all, I won’t sleep all night, should the server fall Will you work, exchange for me? [To the tune of One For My Baby (And Another One For The Road).] It’s quarter to 3, there’s noone in the place, Cept you and me. So load ’em up, Joe I’ve got a little data, I think you should load. We’re restoring my friend, at the end of a brief episode. Make it one for the server, and one more for the road. I got the backup, put another CD in the machine. Lookin’ so bad. Won’t you parse the DB, simple and fast. I could fix you right now, but it’s not, allowed in this mode. Just make it one for the server, and one more for the road. You never know it. But buddy I’m a programmer. And I’m not a sys admin, no way no how. But when the server, won’t listen to me. Then it’s time to play…. Well, that’s how it goes. And boy I know I’m gettin’, anxious to blow. Thanks for the repair, I hope you didn’t mind my switching your files. But this tape that I found, It must have files, or there’s no hope at all. Make it one for the server, and one more for the road. The long, it’s so long, the long… admin road….