Unbelievable. I rode the bus
Unbelievable. I rode the bus this morning. People packed in like sardines in a can. Strange looks. Stranger smells. Baggage. Gossip. The smoothness of driving a car with no shocks down a dried caliche dust road after a season of heavy rain. If you grew up in south Texas, you know what I’m talking about. I have to push and pull the beginnings and endings of my work day to fit into the inadequate management style of my boss’s boss. If you are not sitting at your assigned desk where he can see you working, you can’t possibly be working. You can not successfully manage information technology professionals in this fashion. It will never work. If I’m working in the wee hours of the night over encrypted VPN from my home office… I’m working. If I’m in the datacenter troubleshooting application performance issues with my laptop over wireless LAN… I’m working. If I’m on my cell phone on the bus directing a conference call of 3 or 4 technicians across the country on a technical procedure… I’m working. If I’m coming back from lunch and run into one of the server admins and go over problems they have been having with backups… I’m working. I used to have Ricochet before they went under and could be anywhere in the Houston METRO area and connect to the corporate network via Internet VPN… guess what, if I’m eating dinner out in town and the network shits the bed and I flip oven the laptop and fix it… I’m working. He can not grasp this concept. You will be a little clock punchin’ bitch regardless. Another thing that is pissing me off about the current regime is their burning desire to turn us into a help desk. The top network engineers in the entire corporation are now opening trouble tickets for everything ala help desk style. You wipe your ass, you better have a trouble ticket. Enough about that. So we made it to Tuesday. Today is a big day for me. I have a lot of financial thorns to pull from my side. I need to square up with the IRS sharks and take care of a couple of loose ends that will bring me one step close to getting out of the rat race. I can’t take it anymore. I long for a simple life. Tuesdays are Golden Tee days. Beer and Golden Tee Golf at Blanco’s Bar and Grill. I’m not so sure if I’m going to partake today, but I probably will. I’m lovin’ this weather we are having. It finally feels like fall. It’s important to have the weather as an indicator down here because we certainly don’t have the turning of the leaves they get up north. Leaf Peepin’. That term always cracked me up when I lived in upstate New York, but the event was breathtaking. EL and I received this wedding gift from a few of her close friends from Minnesota that was an autographed copy of this photography book from the area she grew up. This photographer, over a period of years, kayaked around Lake Superior and photo-journalized the landscape throughout the seasons. He broke his photography into geographical sections and carefully shared the diversity of the region with everyone through the publishing of his book. For the second addition, he took all his original slides and had the professionally drum scanned so he could use the digital darkroom to enhance and correct… to better express. Much like Ansel did throughout his life. I’d like to be a little more like than guy and a little less like the drone with the bar coded serial number tattooed on my forehead trudging through life in a plastic hamster tube lining the floor of an overpaid executive’s office.
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