Story time:<p>This one time I was hired as a tier-3 Unix & Linux support engineer at managed-hosting provider who shall not be named. This was back in my prime, I'd already had 10 ~ 15 years industry experience, so I was hired to deal with the really nasty problems that percolated up the chain, and to solve those problems via ongoing process-improvement loop. Over time my job got easier and easier, because lower tier engineers gained training and better standard, procedures, etc... I was on a two person team, we traded the on-call duty every other week. One day the other person left the company, and that began a comedy of errors...<p>We tried to fill the position both internally and externally, but the position was mostly vacant. Meanwhile I was covering the on-call 24/7 on a tentative basis, until we hired a permanent replacement. Welp, long story short... I fell victim to my own success. Management observed that there was no apparent disruption to the tier-3 area of operation, and that was mostly true, so they decided to eliminate the redundancy. BIG MISTAKE!<p>I politely told management that I'd no longer be covering on-call 24/7, and go back to every other week; That I was burnt-out waiting for a replacement, and not being able to plan vacations, or even experience off-hours serenity for fear of the on-call phone ringing. That didn't go very well, I was told that I'd be subject to disciplinary action, and they would make accomodation for vacations, but that I had to remain on-call 24/7.<p>So I decided to become a party animal, every other week. As soon as I left work for the day, I'd start getting drunk. I had parties every night, or went to parties, bars, or whatever... on the weekend I'd go camping at state or national parks with 1-bar of signal for on-call device, I'd be on a boat in the middle of a lake an hour away from my laptop back at the cabin. Stuff like that, pretty much I'd make myself available 24/7, but there was zero assurance I'd be sober or whatever... every other week.<p>This one time I went into work, and somebody was joking to me about something in context, like as if I knew what they were talking about, but I had no idea. Apparently I was engaged the night before while blackout drunk, and was semi-belligerent with the tier-2 engineer, but was able to get whatever emergency escalated issue resolved in a most anti-climatic manner. The story I heard was something about slurring-out linux commands from a noisy bar, and threatening to drive home (drunk) to ssh into a customer's system. But whatever instruction I gave over mobile did the trick, and the company barely met the contractual SLA for that incident!<p>So my plan kinda backfired. Management figured out what was going on, and while being applauded for doing my job, I was formally written-up for being drunk on-call. So I responded by stating that's only every other week, and my on-call rotation is documented on the company calendar. I asked if I was never permitted to drink off-hours while employed at the company, and that got HR involved. Apparently it was not entirely legit to be on-call 24/7, nor to intrude into my personal life to such an extent. So I was asked to sign something, an amended employment contract. I refused, and suddenly my performance reviews tanked the next few quarters, and was eventually let-go via a round of "layoffs". The entire tier-3 was eliminated, and they went with a tier-0 ~ tier-2 hierarchy (whatever that entails). No harsh feelings, I'm still in touch with many peeps.<p>It was at this point I transitioned from supporting Linux to making Linux. Pursued my passion, and started working full time as open source developer, and lived happily ever after not being on-call ever again. Or so I thought. Turns out software development occasionally has grindy rushes to meet deadlines, the so-called "crunch" culture, and instead of having a company provided on-call device... work peeps were calling my private number, in the middle of the night.<p>And so it goes...