Hey Moody, have you ever read BOFH? With your background, you would appreciate it
No. But a quick glance at it sure looks interesting! From Wikipedia:
"The Bastard Operator From Hell (BOFH) is a fictional rogue computer operator who takes out his anger on users and others who pester him with their computer problems, uses his expertise against his enemies and manipulates his employer."
Oh dear...while I never did anything nefarious with my root skills (not that I wasn't tempted), one April Fools' Day I did something I thought was hilarious.
I no longer recall what the punchline was, but basically I wrote a shell script (Bourne shell back then) that put up a pseudo-login screen on all the terminals. You know, it looked and acted exactly like the real login screen. But instead of then taking each user to their normal destination, like the sales floor employees' menu or the inventory department's menu, it took them to...something...the only thing I remember for sure was that it ended with "April fools!" and then proceeded to their respective menus.
It was a one-off thing, so if they'd already seen it, logged out and logged back in later, it was back to normal. At least...that's what was supposed to happen.
The night before, at home--where I had a Wyse 60 terminal and a dedicated phone line for connecting to the server--I had thoroughly tested it, debugged it, logged in as various users to verify it worked correctly. I went to bed thinking "this is my greatest April Fools' Day accomplishment since giving birth to my 10 pound daughter!" I was giddy.
My phone started ringing off the hook at 8:00 the next morning. JF, the public face of the company and one of its owners, was
NOT HAPPY. Something in my brilliant, clever prank had gone horribly wrong. He couldn't get into his menu, couldn't access anything.
He was pissed.
This was circa 1988. I figured out at the time what I'd screwed up in my script, but no longer recall the details. Suffice to say that--by my own choice, not because I was summoned--I sheepishly went to JF's office and profusely apologized. He was really very nice about it and, thankfully, didn't fire me on the spot.