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I think I made someone angry, then sad, then depressed.
I usually shrink a VM before archiving them, to have a backup snapshot as a template. So Workflow: prepare, test, shrink, backup -> template, document.
Shrinking means... Resetting root user to /etc/skel, deleting history, deleting caches, deleting logs, zeroing out free HD space, shutdown.
Coworker wanted to do prep a VM for docker (stuff he's experienced with, not me) so we can mass rollout the template for migration after I converted his steps into ansible or the template.
I gave him SSH access, explained the usual stuff and explained in detail the shrinking part (which is a script that must be explicitly called and has a confirmation dialog).
Weeeeellll. Then I had a lil meeting, then the postman came, then someone called.
I had... Around 30 private messages afterwards...
- it took him ~ 15 minutes to figure out that the APT cache was removed, so searching won't work
- setting up APT lists by copy pasta is hard as root when sudo is missing....
- seems like he only uses aliases, as root is a default skel, there were no aliases he has in his "private home"
- Well... VIM was missing, as I hate VIM (personal preferences xD)... Which made him cry.
- He somehow achieved to get docker working as "it should" (read: working like he expects it, but that's not my beer).
While reading all this -sometimes very whiney- crap, I went to the fridge and got a beer.
The last part was golden.
He explicitly called the shrink script.
And guess what, after a reboot... History was gone.
And the last message said:
Why did the script delete the history? How should I write the documentation? I dunno what I did!
*sigh* I expected the worse, got the worse and a good laugh in the end.
Guess I'll be babysitting tomorrow someone who's clearly unable to think for himself and / or listen....
Yay... 4h plus phone calls. *cries internally*
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