In the old bank, in the vault
I was a customer of a bank in suburban Chicago, and I went into the bank, a new building with lots of glass, and found the power was off, and the tellers were using pen and paper and calculators to process transactions.
I went home, called my mother in law, who had just retired from the bank, and asked her why they did not have a UPS. She said they did, a large diesel, that was in a crate in the vault in the old bank building. It was too large to move through the basement hallway into its planned location. It fit the elevator and the UPS room.
They later excavated a hole in the parking lot, cut the foundation wall, and put it in sideways.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
