Cooling

Last week was reading week here at UBC. Monday I was off sick. Tuesday we got an email from the folks at the building where we've got guest access to one of their server rooms: the cooling was being shut down from 7am on Wednesday to 3pm on Thursday, so we'd have to turn off our servers. We're guests, so it's not like we've got a lot of say in the matter.

Natch, Thursday 3pm came and went. We got an email at 3:45pm from a manager there, saying that unexpected problems had arisen; they were hoping to have things back up by the weekend. That night I pointed our website at a backup server; it was not serving my boss' big web app, as there was no way to make that tiny little box serve a nearly 1TB database.

Friday I obsessed over the ambient temperature on our firewall (which I'd left turned on); it hovered around 35C. Around 10am we were told that they were hoping to have it on later that day, but that another shutdown might need to be scheduled for the next week (this week). At noon we were told that things were looking hopeful, but they couldn't guarantee cooling over the weekend.

At 2pm I found a local A/C rental agency who told us they'd be out to look at the room on Monday. 4pm I emailed my contact at the other department, plus his manager, to ask for updates and whether any further shutdowns could be scheduled after we'd arranged for cooling.

Over the weekend I obsessed over the temperature some more; it had dropped to 21C and stayed there, but without feedback from the facilities people I was reluctant to trust it.

Monday (yesterday; wow, time flies) we were told that the cooling system should perform well; however, a part still needed to be replaced. It was on order and would be coming in late this week or early next, and would require a four-hour outage.

This morning the cooling guy visited (he was at a funeral yesterday, so fair enough) and said that, yep, we could get a nice portable unit in for around $400 for a week.

I'm not writing this down because I'm proud of how I handled this. I'm writing this down so that someone else can maybe learn the things I should've known:

I have a habit of thinking "There's not much that can be done about that." Actually, it goes even further than that; it doesn't occur to me sometimes to think about what can be done. I'm not sure if this is lack of confidence, or trying too hard to get along, or just sheer laziness, but I'm trying hard to stop doing that.