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asher553Work day started with headaches and continued very challenging, but ended on a note of triumph.
Our office is in the throes of an upgrade of all the conferencing technology in the conference rooms, which is happening concurrently with an expansion into the neighboring building. All of this means a lot of extra work for the three of us who make up the IT shop, who are expected to somehow continue doing our regular jobs along with all of this. Oh, and the boss is visiting next week.
The IT team occupy a tiny office that abuts another room which serves as our storage room. The wall that divides the two rooms was scheduled to be taken out last night - this would result in more breathing room for the three of us techs, which would be very welcome, even if it means we would now have to stare at a bunch of defunct laptops, assorted networking cables, and other junk that currently occupies our storage room. So last night, the three of us dutifully spent our last couple of working hours moving our desks and other stuff (remember, it's a very small workspace) away from the wall to make room for the work crew.
I come in this morning (I'm on the early bird shift) and poof! the wall is still there. I message IT Boss with the news, and long story short the operation is rescheduled for next Tuesday night. So we busted our butts last night for nothing, but hey it's all good. We'll see if the big remodeling happens Tuesday night. I am pretty sure I speak for all of us when I say I'll be glad when (and if) that wall is well and truly gone.
This afternoon's duties included checking on the workspace setup in the new building. I volunteered for that, and R. eagerly joined me. It was a welcome chance to get out of our shoebox-sized IT shop.
Our job was to check on the newly-installed workstations to make sure the contractors had set them up correctly. This means (in a best-case scenario) that I should be able to plug my laptop into the workstation, and both screens will come up and my laptop will indicate battery charging and wired network connection.
So that was the workday for me and R. from mid-afternoon until quitting time. I am intimately familiar with these workstations [https://www.humanscale.com/products/monitor-arms/m-connect-2-docking-station] having set up more than a dozen of 'em myself, which my buddies at the IT shop have not. So I filled R. in on the practical points of testing the workstations - most problems result from either the black cable on the bottom, or the white cable on top, not being seated correctly - and we went to work. Our third teammate, S., held down the fort at the IT shop.
Fast-forward to the end of my workday. It was odious and tedious work, yet R. and I had fun getting it done (or rather, getting as far as we could in the allotted time), and at the end of the day I was left with the satisfaction of a difficult job done proficiently.
So, that was my Friday. I'm considering taking tomorrow off from shul, just because I've got a lot of reading I want to catch up on, and Sunday is the conservative meet-up.
Our office is in the throes of an upgrade of all the conferencing technology in the conference rooms, which is happening concurrently with an expansion into the neighboring building. All of this means a lot of extra work for the three of us who make up the IT shop, who are expected to somehow continue doing our regular jobs along with all of this. Oh, and the boss is visiting next week.
The IT team occupy a tiny office that abuts another room which serves as our storage room. The wall that divides the two rooms was scheduled to be taken out last night - this would result in more breathing room for the three of us techs, which would be very welcome, even if it means we would now have to stare at a bunch of defunct laptops, assorted networking cables, and other junk that currently occupies our storage room. So last night, the three of us dutifully spent our last couple of working hours moving our desks and other stuff (remember, it's a very small workspace) away from the wall to make room for the work crew.
I come in this morning (I'm on the early bird shift) and poof! the wall is still there. I message IT Boss with the news, and long story short the operation is rescheduled for next Tuesday night. So we busted our butts last night for nothing, but hey it's all good. We'll see if the big remodeling happens Tuesday night. I am pretty sure I speak for all of us when I say I'll be glad when (and if) that wall is well and truly gone.
This afternoon's duties included checking on the workspace setup in the new building. I volunteered for that, and R. eagerly joined me. It was a welcome chance to get out of our shoebox-sized IT shop.
Our job was to check on the newly-installed workstations to make sure the contractors had set them up correctly. This means (in a best-case scenario) that I should be able to plug my laptop into the workstation, and both screens will come up and my laptop will indicate battery charging and wired network connection.
So that was the workday for me and R. from mid-afternoon until quitting time. I am intimately familiar with these workstations [https://www.humanscale.com/products/monitor-arms/m-connect-2-docking-station] having set up more than a dozen of 'em myself, which my buddies at the IT shop have not. So I filled R. in on the practical points of testing the workstations - most problems result from either the black cable on the bottom, or the white cable on top, not being seated correctly - and we went to work. Our third teammate, S., held down the fort at the IT shop.
Fast-forward to the end of my workday. It was odious and tedious work, yet R. and I had fun getting it done (or rather, getting as far as we could in the allotted time), and at the end of the day I was left with the satisfaction of a difficult job done proficiently.
So, that was my Friday. I'm considering taking tomorrow off from shul, just because I've got a lot of reading I want to catch up on, and Sunday is the conservative meet-up.
