…is crap like this.Â I am honestly tired of having to worry about keeping up with the latest security flaw and making sure my IPS has the latest filters and trying to make sure my network admin is keeping the patches up to date and yada yada yada.Â It just gets old.
A while back, I published a list of all the things I do on a daily / weekly / monthly basis as a security manager.Â When I look back at that list, I am seeing about nine tenths of it as reactionary chores.Â AndÂ I am tired of beingÂ in such a state of constant reaction, even when I do everything I can to be proactive.Â It just gets old.Â
I realize this may sound discouraging.Â Believe me when I say I don’t want to give up the fight.Â Â I just want to help some other people fight the fight instead of being on the front lines every day.Â
When IÂ first thoughtÂ about it, it kinda felt like the front line troops were going to lose a man to battle fatigue.Â But to clarify by carrying the military analogy a little further, think of me as aÂ REMF (ask your military buddies – they know what that stands for).Â Basically, REMF’s are the people who sit in the back away from the front lines.Â They drive fuel trucks, they fix broken vehicles, they cook food, deliver MRE’s, deliver ammunition, etc.Â They are support.Â They don’t always get a lot of respect.Â But without the support the REMF provides, the grunt, the M1A1 tank crewman, the Apache pilot, and the howitzer gunner can’t fight the fight.Â So you gotta love the REMF, even if he is not looking at bullets every day.
It may sound like I am trying to convince myself that I am making a good move, and to some degree I probably am.Â I know this is the move I am supposed to make.Â I feel that deeply.Â I just want people to know that I am not giving up.Â I am just moving to the back lines.Â Is there some fatigue?Â You betcha.Â But I am not going to be the guy who Patton slaps.Â I’m gonna be the guy driving the ammunition to the front line so you can shoot at the bad guys.
Of course, if the guy who brings the ammunition had to convince the tank commander every time that his ammunition was better than that other guys ammunition, and that his ammunition fit better in the gun tube and would make pretty lights when he shot it down range, then our military would be in a bad way.Â OK, so maybe the analogy doesn’t play all the way through, but work with me here, OK?