My experience in managing a large storage array has taken on an air that is reminiscent of a military occupation. At times it feels like my own personal Vietnam. Long periods of boredom punctuated with intense high-stress moments.
Of course this is simultaneously an exaggeration and an oversimplification, but I'm talking about how it feels not how it is.
It has made me sympathetic to anyone who remains in an abusive situation.
It's in a class of very clever mechanisms that by luck or design are capable of sustaining themselves seemingly indefinitely. Like a length of fishing line that connects to two hooks: one embedded in self-confidence and the other in responsibility.
A feedback loop whose only attenuation lies in knowing what you know now six months ago.
Ultimately as scale increases all systems form a symmetry that crystallizes trade-offs in such a way that they only way to continue moving is to shatter the matrix.
Like hardened steel, it becomes brittle.