Posted by: kerrywills | December 23, 2010

‘Twas the night before go live (repost)

Ok this one was a classic post from the blog last year so I just had to post again….

‘Twas the night before “go live”, when all through the aisles
Not a creature was stirring, not even defect piles;
The test cases were hung by the cubicles with care,
In hopes that no errors would be found there;
The coders were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of time-off danced in their air;
The testers was ready with their cups full of joe,
Had just settled down for a long night of woe,
When out on the floor there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my office to see what was the matter.
Away to the conference room I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and threw the Chinese food in the trash.
Fluorescent lights shine on the table in the midst of the room
Gave the lustre of mid-day to cheer up our gloom,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the consulting team with all of their gear,
With a confident PM, so lively and free,
I knew in a moment that he had his PMP.
More rapid than eagles his team they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by domain;
“Now, BA! now, Tester! now, DBA and Coders!
On, QA! on Release Managers! And all the Test Loaders!
To the war room! Lets all line up in the hall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
So up to the test area the team members flew,
With arms full of plans, conditions and test cases too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the room
The typing of keys and clicking of mice so soon
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the hallway the PM came down a bound.
He was dressed in Brooks Brothers from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all ironed and kept nicely put;
A bundle of cases he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his flock,
And filled out his time sheets, and his expenses docs
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up from his office, he rose;
He sprang to his rental, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all left like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Have a great go-live to all, and to all a good-night.”


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