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- From: spt@waikato.ac.nz
- Newsgroups: rec.humor
- Subject: THE BASTARD OPERATOR FROM BRITAIN #2
- Date: 24 Sep 93 01:20:39 +1200
-
- He's back from the beerfest, and he's hungover and annoyed. It's....
-
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- The Bastard Operator from Britain #2
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-
- "Ah Simon, thank you for coming, please sit down"
-
- The promotions committee is strangely quiet today. Normally they're
- far more boisterous and sure of themselves. This has to be good news.
-
- "Now Simon, as you know there's a vacancy for a Senior Operator in the
- Computer Centre following the tragic accident in the staff showers."
-
- "Yes" I utter, "tragic"
-
- "How the hell a toaster got in there in the first place is beyond the
- scope of this committee, as our main interest is to find a replacement
- as soon as possible. Ordinarily, we would appoint such a senior
- position externally, but following that awful business with the lift
- controller failure and the shortlisted candidates.."
-
- "Awful" I sigh, my heart pity at the tragedy of three Senior Operator
- applicants plunging down a lift shaft to their deaths... Completely
- accidental you understand...
-
- "..It still seems very strange; apparently the accident inspector stated
- that the lift appeared to be accelerating *faster* than the speed of gravity
- when it fell. But I guess we'll never know now that the lift control room
- had that big electrical fire..."
-
- I could be oversensitive on this issue, but I'm feeling a little bit of
- dissent in the room around me. Some members of the promotions committee
- appear to be having problems making the decision of whether they should
- support the University's interests by appointing me senior operator or
- becoming involved in the next fatal campus accident. I decide to cut
- through the red tape and get to the point.
-
- "So essentially, all supposition aside, you wish me to take over the role
- of Senior Operator.."
-
- "Ah..." the chairman utters, looking around the room for backup, "..Yes"
-
- "Ok, fine. I'll need a couple of K extra for the increased responsibility,
- say another K for relocation.."
-
- "BUT YOU'RE ONLY TWO OFFICES AWAY!!"
-
- "Good point - *TWO* K for relocation, and new office furniture. Leather
- Armchairs would be good. Oh, and an expresso machine."
-
- I get up.
-
- "Well, that should be all I think, so I'll just get off back to work"
-
- While they mutter amongst themselves, I make my exit back to the control
- room. As it's getting towards the end of my working day (3pm) I write
- protect the userdisk and start a shutdown for 1 minute. The phone rings.
-
- "I can't save my work" a voice sobs from the phone
-
- "You really should try.."
-
- "But the system won't let me" he wimpers, "can you halt the shutdown?"
-
- "Well, I'd like to, but it's irrevocably committed to shutdown - there's
- no telling what might happen - we could lose all your work, there's no
- telling...."
-
- "Um..." - You can almost hear the wheels turning - "...Uh.."
-
- I hang up - they're obviously not committed.
-
- The shutdown completes and I reboot, then decide to introduce a little fun
- to the network by pulling out random staff terminal lines and repatching them
- to the student areas and vice versa. Just like the big breakin of '91.
-
- Next I choose a letter at random from the complaints box to use as this
- week's "External Penetration" victim, then delete all their files.
-
- I decide to get into something new. I break out the telephone
- serviceman's handset and wander into the comms room and start eavesdropping
- on people's conversations.
-
- Most of it is crap, but it gives me an idea. Pipe it all through voice
- recognition and look for words including my name (for security purposes),
- a sexual encounter, or live chickens. Definite possibilities...
-
- A user rings.
-
- "Oh, Hi - can you tell me what my password is please?" they ask
-
- "I'm sorry" I say for the 1 billionth time "passwords are encrypted
- on the system, and it's far easier for me to change your password than
- to find out what it is." (Which is crap; I know what it is, the password
- changing routine does have a slight in-house modification which the
- implementers probably weren't counting on.)
-
- "Oh, ok - could you change it to 'desert' please - that was my old password"
-
- "I'm sorry, but we can't change user's passwords to ones that they supply -
- that would compromise site security"
-
- "Oh, then could you just give me a new password?"
-
- "Sure. What about desert?"
-
- "Huh? .. .. Oh, Ok, that would be fine"
-
- I hang up, they hang up. 10 minutes later they call back.
-
- "Have you changed that password yet?" they ask
-
- "CHANGED the password?" I say "You just asked me to give you a new password,
- you said nothing about changing it"
-
- "But... Oh. Well, could you change it to desert for me please?"
-
- "I'm sorry, but I can't do that, because of the security compromise, as I
- told you before. If I knew your password, I could possibly log into your
- account without you knowing, couldn't I?"
-
- "Well yes..."
-
- "And if that happened, your data would be compromised, wouldn't it?"
-
- "Uhh, yes, I suppose it would"
-
- "So in other words, if two people have the password to an account, the
- security of it is at least halved, isn't it?"
-
- "Yes, I suppose you're right"
-
- "Of course I am, I'm the operator. I'm not only right, I'm wrong if I
- want to be as well.."
-
- "Uh.."
-
- He doesn't know whether to agree or not. Wimp.
-
- "Now," I say, breaking the tension "I'll change your password for you"
-
- "Ok, thanks"
-
- "No worries. Bye now"
-
- "B. >click<"
-
- They ring back
-
- "You didn't tell me my password!"
-
- "Of course I didn't. We already agreed that two people knowing the
- password is less secure than one, didn't we?"
-
- "Well, yes, but..."
-
- "No buts, security is security, off you go..."
-
- That's the problem with this job, it doesn't come naturally - you have
- to *WORK* on it.
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