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Wild Wednesday
Nov. 10th, 2005 10:09 pmThe day started off stable enough. Get up, read news, shower, get coffee, get to work. Roll into work, size up the day, and get my work on. All standard stuff.
Two o' clock in the afternoon, things get busy. I have a disaster recovery exercise with various folks. We have three teams of 12 on the disaster recovery teams that can respond if/when we experience any sort of problem that impacts our region from doing business, be it a power outage on up to getting nuked off our little patch of land. It's really interesting to see how people think during these exercises, and what they forget. A lot of it is because for a lazy afternoon exercise, you cannot create the same sense of urgency and chaos that occurs in a real event.
Four p.m. rolls around and we've got a 38 person move to do in the afternoon. At first it seemed simple because only 9 workstations were moving, so our piece should have been easy. Well, it ended up not being so easy. Two of us working on an easier move would have ensured that I left work on time. Not meant to be. We got a trouble call that I had to stop and respond to. On my way to that trouble call, another person pulls me over to ask a technical question. Rarely one to blow people off, I answer the question. After I resolve the problem ticket, another person pulls me aside, this time for a personal question.
This is a fellow who I can tell likes me. However, I'm not hip on dating someone I work with. And our social circles have not intercepted. Well, turns out he saw a personals ad I posted. He wanted to express his interest. However, he loses cool points for bringing it up in the workplace. Twit.
Okay, so, It's 5:50pm, I'm supposed to be at my wine tasting event by 6pm. I need to make sure everything is set with the move we were working on, so I spent another 20 minutes making sure all key issues were coordinated with the furniture people and my coworker. After that, I left work and went to Ink.
One and a half hours of nummy hors d'oeuvres and wine passes by. Back to work I go. Thank heavens no one was present to subject me to a breathalyzer. Anyway, being inebriated does wonders for making the time pass at work. The rest of my work progressed successfully, and home I went.
And so passed my picayune, yet different work-day.
Two o' clock in the afternoon, things get busy. I have a disaster recovery exercise with various folks. We have three teams of 12 on the disaster recovery teams that can respond if/when we experience any sort of problem that impacts our region from doing business, be it a power outage on up to getting nuked off our little patch of land. It's really interesting to see how people think during these exercises, and what they forget. A lot of it is because for a lazy afternoon exercise, you cannot create the same sense of urgency and chaos that occurs in a real event.
Four p.m. rolls around and we've got a 38 person move to do in the afternoon. At first it seemed simple because only 9 workstations were moving, so our piece should have been easy. Well, it ended up not being so easy. Two of us working on an easier move would have ensured that I left work on time. Not meant to be. We got a trouble call that I had to stop and respond to. On my way to that trouble call, another person pulls me over to ask a technical question. Rarely one to blow people off, I answer the question. After I resolve the problem ticket, another person pulls me aside, this time for a personal question.
This is a fellow who I can tell likes me. However, I'm not hip on dating someone I work with. And our social circles have not intercepted. Well, turns out he saw a personals ad I posted. He wanted to express his interest. However, he loses cool points for bringing it up in the workplace. Twit.
Okay, so, It's 5:50pm, I'm supposed to be at my wine tasting event by 6pm. I need to make sure everything is set with the move we were working on, so I spent another 20 minutes making sure all key issues were coordinated with the furniture people and my coworker. After that, I left work and went to Ink.
One and a half hours of nummy hors d'oeuvres and wine passes by. Back to work I go. Thank heavens no one was present to subject me to a breathalyzer. Anyway, being inebriated does wonders for making the time pass at work. The rest of my work progressed successfully, and home I went.
And so passed my picayune, yet different work-day.
