I’m sure you’ve seen the meme about not knowing why IT guys are paid hanging in or near your local IT guy’s cube.
The gist of it is this:
Everything is going well: Management yells “What in the heck do we pay you for?” at the IT guy.
Something breaks: Management yells “What in the heck do we pay you for?” at the IT guy.
Like most cartoons that people post up on their cubicle walls, it’s vaguely self-serving, but we had a situation at work a few months back where the IT guy for another department up and moved on after getting too much hassle from management about never doing anything (new company, same job, more money) and about half of the scripts that he wrote stopped working after the second set of patches installed by his replacement. So his replacement spends all of his time being harried because he’s now doing manually what the previous guy’s scripts used to do automatically and it takes him 5 times as long to, for example, set up a new hire’s account.
But he always looks busy, which keeps management off his back.
In a similar vein, we had the culmination of 8 weeks of absolutely insane prep and hard work pay off today when we reached the next major milestone on The Big Project a couple of days early. We’re not *DONE* done, but we’ve reached the point where we can walk away and tell the users “if something breaks, call this number” instead of “no, you can’t touch it yet”. Which means that we finished this on the day before Friday.
Which means that tomorrow will be appear to be a “What in the heck do we pay you for?” from a distance, if you didn’t take into account that, a couple of months ago, we’d scheduled tomorrow to look like yesterday.
Which then means that we’ll slide pleasantly into the upcoming weekend and be able to say stuff like “I’m going to be a hair late on Monday” rather than “I’m fixing to show up a half hour early for the meeting in which one person will say the wrong thing and I’ll open my mouth to object and management will make the ‘don’t worry about it, don’t say anything’ hand gesture before being told to get back to the thing I normally do.”
So I’m going to bunker down this weekend and just get prepared to get some presents for the nephew who turns… 16? That can’t be right…
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)