Consolidation

I think I mentioned a few days ago that GoDaddy had completely screwed up my website.  If I didn’t, well…they did.   And I, being the go-getter that I am, decided, basically, “To hell with them.”

To that end, I signed up with a new host, and you’re seeing the first tentative steps that I’m taking towards getting everything off of GoDaddy.  My new hosts have – wait for it – actual daily backup service.  They have integrated WordPress service.  They allow subdomains (and if you’re here, you’re on one of them).  And they seem to have pretty fast servers.  So I’m moving everything here.  My blogs.  My forums. My sandboxes.  Not only that, but I’m pulling in all of my OLD blogs, too.  How cool is that?  Remember the original “Stuff Nobody Reads”?  It’s here.  So’s “Frowzy Noise.”  And the ever-popular “Lives of Our Days.”  With the exception of a few very short startup attempts, everything I’ve ever written in blog format is now under this virtual roof.

I’m sure the historians will thank me, although I still have to bring over some photos that are still on the migration site.  If you peruse posts, you’ll see a lot without photos, even though I may reference photos in them.

Today’s featured photo, by the way, is an old picture that I found of Chamberlain.

I’m also moving the football forums here, though that’s going to take quite a bit more effort than this did.  I had them set up, briefly, but realized too late that I’d made a few stupid mistakes, so blew away what was there and I’m starting over.

Oh – I accepted that job today.  The Level 1 Lead for the X-Company.  It’s not a huge step up, but it’ll be an extra $4K a year.  That will be helpful for retirement.

 

The Big Game

Aside

It’s the night of The Big Game.  Starts in 11 minutes, I think.  I don’t have ESPN anymore, so if I do watch it, I’ll be doing so through the free portion of the ESPN app, which follows all of the action using only those overhead cameras that zoom up and down the field for the whole game.  No commentary at all.  Believe it or not, I prefer to watch the games that way, so it works out for me.

Should you not know, The Big Game is the championship game of the joke of a college football playoff known as “The College Football Playoffs.”  The actual college football playoffs, which has 24 teams and determines the actual Division I college football champion, ended last Saturday, with North Dakota State eking out a win over James Madison University.  I watched it.  It was a good game.  I might, as I said, watch a bit of the game tonight between Georgia and Alabama, but it’s not something about which I’m overly-excited.

I had a decent day at work today.  Knocked out a couple of problems that had been bothering me for the last week and continued to slice into my mountain of open tickets.  I was not helped by the fact that – yet again – one of the Level 2 people ran updates on numerous firms yesterday and didn’t bother to fully test said updates; so that, when we arrived at work this morning, there were already more than 25 of said firms who couldn’t use one of their most vital applications until we, the Level 1 team, manually patched all of their servers.

I don’t understand this trend – and it is a trend.  It happens all the time.  Somebody who has the job of updating applications does so, but doesn’t take the simple step of launching the applications after they’ve been updated.  I know that they don’t take this step because many applications will give a pretty obvious hint (i.e., they won’t launch) if you haven’t completed the update successfully.  Rule #1 for all application updates, going back to the dawn of the computer age: have a rollback plan.  The X-Company just doesn’t seem to grasp that concept; and, frankly, it really pisses me off.  It’s tough to guess just how many man-hours are lost – by us and by the clients – every time they do this, and they do it at least twice a month.

Enough about that.   Today’s featured photo is of my boy Joshua.  The tiny little runt of a Maine Coon who I chose – with no close second – out of a little of 11 when he was two days old.  He and his brother, Chamberlain, are coming up on (I think) their fourth birthday next month.  Both tilt the scales at around 15 pounds and, while both are incredibly sweet and loving, Joshua is still the daddy’s boy that he was on the day I brought them home.  The photo up there shows Josh lounging on my Kelti 20-degree sleeping bag on a Sunday morning a few weeks back.  He was there because…well….because I was there.  Joshua wants to be with me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  He wakes me up every morning, he follows me around the house until I leave, he sleeps on my pillow.  If I’m in a room, there’s a 95% chance that he’s in the same room.  At the moment, I’m at my desk and he’s on his little cat tree about three feet to my left.  A few minutes ago, I went downstairs to get a drink, and he followed me down.  When I came back up to my office after all of 5 seconds in the kitchen, he came back up with me.  There is no dog more loyal to his master than Joshua is to me.

He also plays fetch as well as any dog, and it is a constant source of amusement and, in a way, solace for me when I come home and find one of his favorite toys (he has three that he prefers far more than the 200 or so others in the cats’ toy box) at the top of the stairs or on my bed – evidence that he’s been entertaining himself while I’ve been away, by playing a game of solitaire fetch.  Every night before bed, he begs me to throw just a few tosses down the stairs.  He is a remarkable little animal.

So is Chamberlain, and Chamberlain will get his own write-up one of these days.

It has been outlandishly chilly in Atlanta for an extended time, and I’m almost ashamed to admit that.  I generally like to be a bit chilly.  I hate being hot.  I’ve got no problem with camping in the mountains in the winter or driving to the Upper Peninsula in October.  This month, though, has been different.  It’s just been cold. It reminds me of one of our last winters in Shoreham, when Dad commented to me something along the lines of, “It hasn’t gotten really cold – like 20 below – this winter, but this month-long stretch of 5-degree days really takes it out of you.”  Well…this month-long stretch of 30-degrees has really taken it out me, too.  To that end, I broke down last week and bought two pairs of flannel-lined pants from Duluth Trading company.

Naturally, they make me sweat.  But they’ll be good for winter camping.

Well, I must go watch a bit of this Big Game and fall asleep.  Joshua will be waking me up in just under 9 hours.

Two in a Row!

I made a pact with myself the other day to try to keep this thing updated more often more this year and maybe improve my writing a tad.  So here’s post number two for 2018.  The featured image for this is one of the Georgia Brass Band at last month’s Christmas concert, which I couldn’t play because of the amount of rehearsals I missed for the Memphis & Chattanooga trips.  The band sounded good!  It was the first time since it formed in 1999 that I actually got to hear what it sounded like, and I came away pretty impressed.

Should you be wondering, the shot was taken during a kids’ participation song – which may explain why our solo euphonium player has a toddler in his lap.

Tonight was the first rehearsal of that group since the concert, and also the first time that I’ve put a horn to my lips since mid-November.  I was, to say the least, a bit wobbly – and my lack of practice was not helped by the fact that it’s been quite cold in Atlanta for the last week and I’ve got some seriously chapped chops.  Overall, though, I wasn’t too embarrassed by my playing, and I’m looking forward to digging into the repertoire that we’ve got selected for our next concert (Brass Blast at Kennesaw) and to some extra rehearsals that we’ll be putting in over the next few months as we prepare to once again storm the beaches of the North American Brass Band Championships in Ft. Wayne in April.

Work today was a bit of a downer, thanks to one of my problem clients.  They’ve been complaining about pretty much everything since they came on board at the start of last year.  First they didn’t like their primary consultant….so I became their new primary consultant.  Then they didn’t like their CSM (Customer Success Manager), so they stopped talking to him and started trying to put me into that role – something that I flatly refuse to have happen.  A couple of months ago, they started complaining to me about one of their applications, which is running slowly because their single SQL server is overloaded.  I told them that, not being a CSM, I couldn’t really suggest anything, but that – if it were my call – I’d get another SQL server.  I also told their CSM that they needed another server.  The CSM, however, doesn’t like them any more than they like him, so basically nothing was done….and they just keep complaining to me, no matter how many times I tell them that I can’t work with them about anything involving money.

So they had their lawyer draft a document to the X-Company president, listing 10 areas that they felt we were in breach of contract.  The president got together with the CSM and told him to prepare a response for each of the 10 areas, and I got sucked into helping him do that, in spite of the facts that 1}I know absolutely nothing about many of them (problems preceded me), 2}I’ve given the CSM my recommendations several times on the areas that I do know about, and 3}the whole letter was just them bitching and moaning more about the same stuff that I’m tired of hearing about.  I tried to be their advocate for several months.  Now, they’re just pissing me off.

I did get a number of things done for other clients, however, which was nice.  And I just finished doing an update (on their lone SQL server) for the problem children, so maybe they’ll leave me alone tomorrow.

Actually, they’ll probably bombard me with questions and complaints about the update – which they insisted be done tonight even though most updates generally take several days and are done by Level 2 consultants  –  of which I am not one.

So it’s now 10:45 and I’ve had a full day.  It’s still rather chilly, but there are three cats and a space heater in my bedroom, and I think I’ll sleep pretty well.

Also mean to start walking in the mornings again – haven’t done that in several months.  I just haven’t felt like rolling out of bed and going out into the pitch-black cold.  But maybe…just maybe….I’ll do it in the morning.

Is this year over yet?

Today’s featured image is a shot that I took of the cat house on my deck on December 9th.  It began snowing on the morning of the 8th and continued for about 24 hours, leaving an ecstatic Atlanta populace to deal with four to eight inches of the white stuff.  I think the last time I saw that kind of accumulation down here was probably in the early 90’s.  My car and I had no problems with it – in fact, I almost enjoyed driving home on Friday night because pretty much everyone else in the city had panicked and gone home at about 1:00 Friday afternoon.  The roads were nearly empty.  The snow hung around on the ground for several days, but was pretty much gone by last Wednesday (the 13th).  It has remained pretty chilly, however.  Mid-30s this morning.

Memphis.  Someday, I’ll laugh about Memphis.  If you go back and read my last post, detailing what the plan was for Memphis, you’ll see the difference between a plan and reality at the X-Company:

Plan – Add machines to the domain and install anti-virus software from my hotel room on Sunday night.  Reality – All of the machines, including the domain controller, were offline on Sunday night.  I ate a sandwich and watched television from my hotel room on Sunday night.

Plan – Down day at the office on Monday.  I’d go in, set up the new network, put work on machines and printers.  Get things ready for Tuesday.  Reality – Got to the office at about 7:30 and there was no power.  Power remained out for about 4 hours.  Down day never happened, as everyone came in to the office and wanted to work.  Not only could they not do that because of the power situation, but they weren’t supposed to be there at all.  When the power came back on, they all tried to work while I kept telling them to stop working so that I could set them up.  Disaster of a day.

Plan – Train the users on Wednesday, then help out with individual problems on Wednesday and Thursday, come home Thursday night, prepare to go back for the office move on the following Monday.  Reality – I did go through the training presentation with the users, but it did not go well because the X-Company was having a full-blown crisis.  Users were getting locked out left and right, email wasn’t working, provisioning users (unlocking their accounts) was hanging up everywhere…we basically were dead in the water.  I spent most of the day trying to assure users that no, things didn’t usually suck this badly.  By late in the day, I’d gotten most of the users up and working and had their printers set up.  Then the firm admin – a network guy from Chattanooga – arrived at the Memphis office and announced that we’d be moving to the new office in 20 minutes.  This was Wednesday (planned for the following Monday, remember?).  So I grabbed the firewall and domain controller and moved them to the new office to get set up there.  With movers running around and people trying to determine where to set up, I basically locked myself in the network closet and got my domain controller and firewall plugged in, then went home early.   Got back to the office on Thursday to help people get started and discovered that the network guy had changed the network scope – so I had to reconfigure the domain controller and all of the printers.  I did this.  20 minutes later, he tried to set up the phones and ended up killing the entire network.  A vital piece of hardware had failed in the network closet and it couldn’t be replaced until the following day.  So I left at around 4:00 and came home.

Plan – Go back to Memphis on Sunday and help users settle in to the new office until Wednesday.  Reality – I went back to Memphis on Sunday, and ran the anti-virus setup on machines that I’d missed the previous week, then went to the office on Monday morning, where everything was actually running pretty smoothly.  Helped some users with little problems, tweaked some printer settings, was just getting into a good groove….and power for the entire block went out.  I informed my office, then, after sitting around for a few hours without power, I texted my boss and asked, “What am I supposed to be doing here?  They’re doing fine (when they have power) and there’s no moving going on (remember that was the plan).”  He agreed that I didn’t need to be there, and decided (I don’t know why) that I should go to Chattanooga instead and help the people in that (much larger) office until Wednesday.

So I left Memphis and drove to Chattanooga.  Spent Tuesday and Wednesday there, fighting a losing battle against people getting locked out of their accounts (because of settings from their former domain that kept throwing out bad credentials), and escaped on Wednesday night.

Oh, yeah – it was also decided to make me the primary consultant for this firm after all of this.  So I’ve not got thirteen firms and something like 600 users.  Two of those firms are having a terrible time getting anything done because, I suspect, they weren’t setup correctly.

I am buried in tickets.  Normally, I like to carry 8-10 open tickets.  I currently have over 60.  I need for this year to be over.

 

Another Sunday

Messing around with my WordPress installation today, and I think I managed to get the media folders working again.  If so, there’s a featured image with this post, which shows the Little Santeetlah Creek in Joyce Kilmer National Forest.  If not, well…use your imagination.

Last week felt like one of the longest of my life.  Not sure why.  I just really didn’t want to be at work, and my clients were annoying the crap out of me.  I also didn’t get a lot of sleep, or at least didn’t feel like I did.  Being up late on Tuesday is usually a given, what with band practice, but I also stayed up past 10 on Wednesday and Thursday for no reason that I can think of.  Friday, I went out and played Golden Tee video golf for a while, but didn’t stay up too late.

Speaking of band practice, it went pretty well from a personal standpoint.  The horns have a gorgeous soli in one of the pieces that we’re playing, and I kinda played the snot out of it.  Best I’ve sounded in years.  Not sure what I was doing differently, but I hope it sticks.

Mary is going to Detroit next week, and I’ll have the house to myself.  Looking forward to that.  Planning on trying to do some cleaning and re-arranging furniture, which generally makes me happy.  It would be really nice to have my music room back – and a bonus if I could actually re-organize the spare bedroom, which has been chaotic since I moved everything out of its walk-in closet to give Mary more room for her stuff.

Might also try to clean off the deck and trim some of the holly around it.

But that all begins next Saturday.  Between now and then, I need to get through another week of calls.

It’s okay.  Every week at work gets me one week closer to my vacation.

Wind

And it’s been three weeks without an update again.  Neat.  I do it this way just so that I might have something worth typing about.

Brett and I went back up to our hidden hunter shelter the week after the eclipse.  Knowing what to expect this time, we planned on car camping and brought speakers and coolers and firewood and all of the other great things that you can bring with you when you don’t plan to hike anywhere – like beer.  We spent a great two nights up there (Labor Day weekend), and even found – holy of holies – a pit toilet hidden in the brush behind the shelter.  Not just a hole dug in the ground, mind you.  An actual cement vault with a toilet on top of it.  Not a great deal of privacy if anybody happened to walk up to it while you’re doing your business, but since nobody was anywhere around, it was pretty perfect.

Did a bit of walking with the dogs (Brett brought four of them), got some more ideas for my upcoming sojourn to the upper peninsula, and enjoyed nearly perfect weather for the weekend.

Then it was back to the grind at work.  Not much to say about that.  I got assigned as primary to three more companies, which isn’t as glamorous as it sounds.  Other than that, it’s just more of the same.  Oh!  I did get taken off of the phone queue, which is nice.  I can actually concentrate on some of my more pressing tickets now without worrying about being interrupted.

I guess the big news was that Atlanta was put under its first-ever tropical storm warning a few days ago.  Hurricane Irma swept up through Florida and headed towards the big A, causing damned near every idiot in my adopted city to freak out.  I couldn’t wait for the thing to arrive.  I’ve always loved strong wind.

And…that’s about all we got.  In spite of the governor declaring the entire state an emergency area.  In spite of schools somehow making the decision to close for (at least) FOUR DAYS.  In spite of my own company declaring that everyone should work at home on Monday and Tuesday (I didn’t).  Here’s what I experienced in this mega-storm:

Sunday: A beautiful day, with an absolutely fantastic breeze blowing all day.  Gusts of about 20 MPH.

Monday: Light rain and breezy in the morning.  Empty roads on the way to work.  Me and one other consultant in the office.  Sprinkler system going full-blast all around the office.  Rained on and off all day – never very heavy.  Some pretty significant gusts (50-60 MPH) in the afternoon, lasting less than 5 seconds per gust.  Lots of leaves on the ground (you know – like it’s FALL or something).  Empty roads on the way home.  Rain stopped by 7:00, beautiful breeze continued with some occasional strong gusts.  Opened all of the windows (the cats loved it).  Sat on the deck for a while with my eyes closed and imagined I was at Lake Superior.  Went to bed with the windows open.  Slept like a rock.

Tuesday: Light rain and breezy in the morning.  Empty roads on the way to work.  Drove around two trees that had fallen into roads (over the course of my 14-mile commute).  Me and three other consultants in the office.  Rain ended by about noon.  Breeze died.  Light traffic on the way home.  Rehearsal until 9:30.  Home in a drizzle.

Wednesday: Any other day.

So that was the Tropical Storm Trauma, huh?  Not much different than any summer storm.  Yet many schools are closed on Thursday….

I mentioned that I got some new ideas for my Superior trip during the Labor Day car campout.  Ended up buying a Kelty 12-foot hiker’s tarp (which I’ve actually been meaning to do for years), and while looking for it, I stumbled across a double-wide Kelty sleeping bag, rated to 20 degrees.  It’s pretty fantastic.  Has a zip-off quilt and internal blankets and I’ve been sleeping in it on my bed for the last several nights.  Incredibly comfortable, very warm when it needs to be, but wide enough to let me stretch out, cool off, and be very comfortable.  It will be a wonderful topping for the air mattress in the back of the Subaru.

Can not wait to get back to the lake.  I don’t remember the last time that I needed (and I do mean NEEDED) a vacation so much.  Ironic that I’ll be going to basically the same spot where I found out that I was probably getting laid off, which is what ended up making me need to go back so much.

And that’s about all that’s new for now.  I’ll probably think of more stuff later, but won’t write about it for another two weeks.

Catching Up

I’ve spent a great deal of time this morning attempting to get the permissions set correctly on this WordPress site, and – so far – have had very little luck in doing so.  I did manage to get a plug-in installed to tell me what’s WRONG; Unfortunately, it has been unsuccessful at actually fixing those things.  Looks like I’ll be doing manual edits for a while.

I perused my latest entry and discovered that I haven’t written anything since going to Annapolis two weeks ago, so here’s a quick rundown on what’s gone on since then.

As mentioned, I spent the week of August 8th in Annapolis, MD, helping to set up a new client for the X Company.  It was pretty straightforward stuff – adding machines to the domain, setting up printers, installing the correct version of the Citrix receiver and antivirus on machines, and then spending a few days working with the people there and showing them how to navigate the cloud, finding fixes for individual problems, etc.  I would have enjoyed myself a lot more if some actual planning had gone into the project, rather than just a basic, “Here’s a domain controller. Knock yourself out,” approach.  The more I work at this company, the more I realize that they talk a really good game about project management, but they actually do very little of it.  If/when I’m ever able to find another gig – and if I get an exit interview – that will be the #1 thing I have to say.  They’re growing too fast, they don’t plan for more than the simplest changes, and it’s eventually going to bite them in the ass.

Maryland itself was fine, I guess.  I didn’t see much of it.  Contrary to the thoughts of a few of my friends, I was not on a vacation.  I was up by 5:30, in the office by 7:30, worked 11-12 hours a day, and returned to my hotel, where I normally ate microwave macaroni and cheese and either watched television or played “Medal of Honor” for an hour before going to bed.

I did go out to dinner one night with my co-worker, Nate.  We found a sushi place across the street from my hotel and gorged on it.  Blew through my entire per diem for that one meal, but it was worth it.  Besides, by eating Mac & Cheese every other night, I made a few hundred bucks on unspent per diem.

I had planned to drive back from MD on Friday morning, but the more I thought about it, the more attractive it became to leave on Thursday night.  I didn’t want to hit morning traffic in D.C.  I wanted to have an extra day to decompress at home before going back to work at the office.  And – seriously – I missed my cats.  So I left at about 7:30 Thursday night.

Had a fairly uneventful drive, although I discovered U.S. 360 West – got on it somewhere around Richmond and took it over to 29 South.  Very pretty drive, although I got confused at one point and ended up on an “ExpressPay” lane for about a half a mile.  Since I don’t have any type of transponder, I’m wondering when I’m going to get a bill for that, and how much that little goof is going to cost me.

I got home at around 5:30 Friday morning, slept for a good part of the day, mowed some lawns, and had a decent weekend before going back to the phones on Monday.

The GBB kicked off rehearsals on Tuesday, so that was a nice diversion.

While in MD, I requested and received paid time off for August 21 & 22 (which is today).  That being the case, I headed for the NC mountains on Saturday, August 19, with an eye towards catching the solar eclipse in both totality and relative seclusion.

As it turned out, there were about a billion other people who had the same idea, and so it was incredible luck that I got lost on the way to my original destination (Big Fat Gap) and ended up driving down an increasingly horrible road that ended at a lovely hunter’s shelter near Deep River Gap.  My friend Brett, who had planned to meet me at BFG, got concerned on Saturday afternoon because 1}BFG was incredibly crowded, and 2}I hadn’t shown up.  So he started randomly driving around the area and actually ended up finding me on the increasingly horrible road.

This is not the first time that we’ve managed to locate each other, without any type of communication, in 20 square miles or more of wilderness.  We started talking about it on Saturday night and determined that we’ve probably done the same thing – him finding me or vice versa – 5 or 6 times in the last 15 years.  It’s uncanny.

Anyway, the increasingly horrible road was a godsend, because we only saw 2 cars and 1 motorcycle at our shelter between Saturday afternoon and Monday afternoon.  People would see the road and just turn around.

I know this, because I damned near did the same thing.  Now that I know where the shelter is, though….gold.

On Monday morning, Brett said that he wanted to catch the eclipse somewhere along the Cherahola Skyway, but I was in no mood to fight with the crowds and the traffic (I’d heard that Huckleberry Knob – where we’d originally planned to hike up and see the thing – had been outfitted with dumpsters and porta-potties), so I stayed at the shelter and Brett left.  I’d been told that an old, closed, forestry road that continued up the mountain from my shelter eventually ended up at The Hangover, which is a beautiful spot in the Joyce Kilmer forest; so at around 1130, I started hiking up it.

After 3.5 to 4 miles – every motherlovin’ step of it UPHILL – the road-cum-footpath ended up at a clearing in the middle of absolutely nowhere.  By then, it was 1:15, and I decided to head back down and try to make it to my backup plan for the eclipse, which was a nice little hill on one side of the increasingly horrible road that would offer close to a 360-degree view.

While the hike down was much (MUCH) easier than the one going up, it still took a while, and when I found an open spot on the trail at around 2:00, I took out my eclipse glasses just to see if anything was happening.  Good thing I did, because the eclipse was well under way by then.

So I set up my tripod and camera (did I mention that I carried both of those things all the way up that trail?  Auuuuugggghhhh!!), and spend the next 40 minutes trying to get some shots.  I assume that I did.  I haven’t looked at my memory card yet.  I did, however, get a look – with my eyes – during the 2 minutes or so of totality.

Wow!  It really was cool to see the corona.  Very cool.

It was also a fascinating experience in less majestic ways.  Like, for instance, the way that it went from light to dark as if someone had flipped off a switch.  Or the way that the crickets were chirping and birds were singing their twilight songs in the middle of the afternoon.  Or the fact that the temperature dropped about 15 degrees in 60 seconds. Or that I could actually see a few stars.  I’ve seen (that I recall) two other solar eclipses – but never totality.

It was worth the trip, and the increasingly horrible road, and the 3-mile hike uphill to nowhere.

After the meat of it was over, I continued back down the trail to my car at the shelter, packed up, took one last drink of filtered stream water, and headed out.  Within 500 yards, I saw a truck approaching from down the increasingly horrible road, and pulled on to a turn-out to let it by.  It pulled up next to me, and I saw that it was occupied by a family of 5.  The driver, looking very concerned, asked me, “How much longer does this go on?”  I told him he was near the dead-end and that the worst was over, and the kids in the back started celebrating.

So at least one other family no knows the location of my new happy place.  Though, I don’t know if they’ll want to make the trip again.  When I said, “Truck,” earlier, I meant “Minivan-like vehicle.”  I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it had bottomed out at least four times to get as far as it got – and that part about “the worst being over” was a complete lie on my part.  The last 500 yards were the worst on the road.

But I’ll go back.  And I might even hike that stupid trail again, although my calves are SCREAMING at me this morning.

The NC mountains never fail to calm me.

A Necessary Saturday

Today’s featured image was taken three years ago.  The boys were just about 4 months old, Boo was still the biggest critter in the camp, my renter was a large and bald ex-bouncer, and I was probably mentally ready to head to Canada for a couple of weeks.  Today, Boo is dwarfed by her little brothers, my renter is a relatively petite customer service manager, and I’m still mentally ready to head out anywhere – although that’s not going to happen for quite some time.

Got kind of a punch in the gut last week when I applied for an Onboarding Specialist position that’s opening up at The X Company.  Informed my new boss of my intention to apply, he said fine – he’s been my boss for all of about two weeks, having just been promoted to the L1 lead position.  Did an interview with our talent scout, who is filtering applicants to send to the hiring manager.  I thought it went fairly well.  He asked all the usual questions, including what my boss would say that I did well and what my boss would say that I didn’t do so well.  I explained that I really didn’t know what my *new* boss would say, as I haven’t talked with him; but said that my previous boss, Joe – based solely on the (three) one-on-one meetings that I’ve had with him, since he and I have barely spoken since I started working – would probably say that I do a good job with my clients, consistently meet my metrics, have good communications skills, and generally know my shit.  As for what I need to work on, I really didn’t know and I said that.  Perhaps more consistency with the metrics, but judging on the daily stats that I get combined with his comments – written and verbal – in those three meetings, I really couldn’t think of anything that I needed to drastically improve.  I know I’m doing a good job, and I told the guy that.  Said, fairly bluntly, that I understand that I’m new, but that this is stuff that I was doing close to 30 years ago, that I’m going to get better and better at it, and that I’m going to be bored to death with it within 6 months.  Also mentioned that I’d taken a 50% pay cut when I accepted the job.  Didn’t pull any punches, but was polite, positive, eager to learn new things and be more involved with customer planning, yada yada yada.

Got a fairly terse email the following day informing me that the interviewer had spoken with my bosses and they’d informed him that I really needed to improve, that my metrics were below par but getting better, and that the interview process could not proceed because “we’re only looking for people who meet and exceed expectations.”  I was mildly stunned.  Pulled up the daily stats and graphed them.  My metrics are solid.  At the top, in fact.   So I pulled up the records of my three meetings.  Scored 9/10 in my first one, 10/10 in the next two.  Got a bit pissed off, but decided to be cool.  Sent a nice note back to the interviewer and stated that I disagreed with the take on my performance, but that I understand that I’m new and I try not to take anything personally and it was nice talking with him, thanks, etc.

Two hours later, my new boss (Ben) sits down next to me, says, “Will you have a few minutes to talk today?”  I said I could talk right then.  So we go to a conference room and he begins his remarks by saying, “Joe and I never said anything to Neil about your metrics.  You’re doing fine.  Joe thought you might have an attitude problem because you haven’t been particularly friendly.”

I agreed with him on that point, particularly where Joe is concerned, explaining that I haven’t been overly friendly with Joe because I’ve had the feeling – from day one – that Joe actively dislikes me.  Ben said something along the lines of, “That’s understandable, and you’re not the first one to say it.”  I then explained again that it was all good.  I wasn’t going to worry about it.  If there were issues – perceived or real – then I’d just go back to taking care of my clients, which is what I’m paid to do.  Ben said he’d talk to Neil (the interviewer) and straighten things out, and I assumed that I was back in the running.

The next day, I got another email from Neil that said, “I hope that, after talking with Ben, you have a better understanding of what the problem is.”  So I wrote back and said, “Actually, I’m now more mystified than ever, but – again – I’m not going to worry about it.”

Two days pass, and we arrive at yesterday afternoon.  Joe called me into his office.  I’m like, “Oh crap.  Can we just let this thing go?” but I sit and ask what’s up.  He says that he heard back from Neil and that I said I was still not sure about how I’m underperforming; so I laid out the whole timeline for him (did not mention that I still think he dislikes me), and said for about the 15th time, “It’s okay.  I’m new to the job and the company.  I guess I’m trying to move too fast.  I just have seen no indication that I’m not performing as expected.  If I am, please tell me what I need to do to improve.”

And Joe says, “No, your metrics are great.  Your firms have nothing but good things to say about you.  You obviously are incredibly technically qualified.  Your communication is good – wish the other guys out there would document things like you do.  You pay attention to detail.  You’re doing great.  The thing is, we worry about your teamwork.  Some of the guys on the floor thought you came off as sort of condescending when you started here.”

And I’m like (in my head), “THAT’S what this is all about? Seriously?”  So I laid it out for Joe.  I came to work at The X Company after 17 years of being responsible for nearly every bit of infrastructure – phones, computers, televisions, signage, wall hangings, heaters, fuse boxes, coffee makers, you name it.  While I did work in a business casual atmosphere there, it is also a Fortune 50 company and there is certain level of professionalism that is expected.  Prior to working at BellSouth/AT&T, I was a contractor for three years and worked for some of the most respected companies on the planet.  And when I got to The X Company, I was thrown into the middle of a bunch of kids who spent their days playing ping-pong, talking about online gaming, and shooting rubber bands and nerf guns around the room.  The company took a day off to have a picnic and play kickball.  The dress code includes The X Company t-shirts and shorts.  Not to mention that I was doing my best to 1}Learn the applications that I’m supporting, and 2}Provide my clients with top-notch support.  So, yeah.  I probably did, and perhaps still do, come off as aloof and/or condescending at times.  My focus is and will be on my clients, and if the office that I’m sitting in is one step up from kindergarten, then call me the guy without team spirit.  I’m okay with that.  And oh, by the way, those guys are now coming to me for help with their own clients.

Joe got the message.

He and I then talked about upcoming projects (wherein people like me go to new clients and get them set up) and an opening for a project manager (who manages people like me who are going to new clients to get them set up), and he encouraged me to sign up for some of the former and to apply for the latter.

So after the gut punch, maybe there’s a glimmer of light.  We shall see.  At least Joe, and hopefully Ben – and maybe even Neil – now knows where I’m coming from.  I’ll shoot the nerf guns between 5:30 and 6:00, after I’ve shut off my phone and I’m winding down. The rest of the day, I’m focused on my clients.

In other news, I took a short trip up to the Pisgah National Forest (the Shining Rock Wilderness Area) over the Memorial Day weekend and spend a wonderful, restful, couple of days in the middle of nowhere along the Pigeon River.  Only had to hike in about two miles to get away from the day hikers.  I setup my tent and a tarp, drank some apple-crisp whisky and splashed in the river on Saturday; then slept like a dead man while a massive storm raged during Saturday night.  On the way up to the area, I passed the Davidson Creek campground in the national forest, and thought that it might be an alternative to my Lake Superior campground for later this year.

Looked it up online when I got home.  The 2nd and 3rd weeks in October are almost fully booked, and it’s $40/night!  I’m once again leaning towards going back to Pictured Rocks on Superior.  Yes, it’s a longer drive – but I know that I’ll be fairly alone, and I know that it’s a beautiful spot.   Actually, while talking with Joe about upcoming projects, I learned that there is one in Wisconsin and one in Michigan (I believe North Lake, MI, which would be incredible) coming up in late August.  Am considering trying for one of those with the idea of scheduling my vacation at the end of the on-site week, so that I could just leave and head to the lake, saving the company air fare and getting my lake jones taken care of in one fell swoop.

On the good news front, I spent this morning rolling coins and counting the paper money that I’ve been stuffing into a water jug over the last year.  You know the drill – you get home, you empty your pockets, and you save any money that’s in them.

I’ll be making a deposit of just over $2,700 this morning.

It’s going to be a nice vacation if I can ever get it scheduled.

 

Chillin’

Today’s featured image was taken on this day one year ago, and is of the Little Santeetlah Creek in the Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest – one of my favorite places in the world for a quick getaway from city life.  My buddy Brett and I had actually planned to go up there a couple of weekends ago, but it was covered in snow, gates were closed, trees were down, and the roads were basically impassible.  We opted instead to hang out at Fires Creek in the Nantahala Wilderness for a one-night campout.  Bing tells me this about the JKMF:

Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest is an approximately 3,800-acre tract of publicly owned virgin forest in Graham County, North Carolina, named in memory of poet Joyce Kilmer, best known for his poem “Trees”. One of the largest contiguous tracts of old growth forest in the Eastern United States, the area is administered by the U. S. Forest Service.

Oddly enough, Kilmer himself was born, and lived most of his life, in New Jersey.  He was killed in France in WWI.  Why his name is attached to a forest in NC is somewhat of a mystery, excepting, of course, the reference to his “Trees” poem, of which I’m sure that everyone knows at least the first line.

Work was a bit more hectic than usual last week, largely due to the fact that I got another “primary” firm (meaning that I’m their primary consultant), and they’re brand new to The X Company.  McSoley, McCoy & Company is a small CPA firm in South Burlington, VT, and I’ve got to admit that I like taking care of them simply because of their location.  At this early stage, however, they’re pretty needy.  I’m told that it usually takes about 6 months for a new firm to settle into a cloud-based environment, and I’m hopeful that they get used to things a lot faster than that.  I’m spending a lot of time on the phone with them, and I’ve got 5 other primary firms that I’ve somewhat neglected since MMC on-boarded.  They’ve been fun to work with, however.  Nice people.

I tried to get some sleep yesterday – don’t have much time to do so during the week – but I still have things to do at home.  Managed to get a few loads of laundry done and to straighten up my bedroom.  Still need to mow the lawns, but storms rolled in yesterday afternoon and nixed any idea of working outside.  I should also mention that it was about 90 degrees and humid, so outdoor work would have been incredibly uncomfortable.  Took a 3.6-mile walk this morning in a steady drizzle, and the rain is predicted to continue for much of this week, so my lawns are going to be a major pain to mow by next weekend.  I’d hoped to maybe try the mountains again, but it looks like I’ll be stuck at home to mow and do other home-type things.  Still need to fix the toilet in my half-bath.  Been meaning to do that for about 8 months now….

Learned a couple of weeks ago that I will not be able to take a vacation in July, so Ahmic Lake appears to be out this year.  I’m trying to decide if I want to go back to Lake Superior in October (haven’t asked if I can have that time off yet…perhaps I should) or if I can find something acceptable that’s closer to home.  Basically, I don’t want much in a place, but there are some non-negotiables:

  1. It has to be cool, bordering on cold.
  2. It has to have plenty of tree cover.
  3. I have to be alone, or as close to it as possible.
  4. It has to have water into which I can immerse myself.  A decent-sized stream, a lake, an ocean.  No ponds.
  5. It has to have wind.
  6. It has to be secluded enough to allow me to take long walks in the trees.

Superior, of course, has all of those things and is currently at the top of my list.  The drive is the only problem.  Not that it’s boring (it’s beautiful for much of the way) or that it tires me out: It just cuts into my time in the woods.  Figure 1 or 2 days to make the trip each way, and my vacation takes a serious hit.  At AT&T, it wasn’t that big of a deal.  I mean, I got something like 38 days off every year.  At The X Company, I think I get 10.  I’d rather not lose 3-4 of them driving.

So I’m considering places along the Atlantic…North Carolina, Virginia, perhaps Georgia or SC (although I think it’d be too hot and too crowded in those states, not to mention the fact that the beaches in GA and SC have very little tree cover).  Have been looking into the other great lakes that would be closer – Michigan, Erie, Ontario – but I don’t know if they’ve got the tree cover that I’m looking for, either.

One idea that I’ve been pondering is to head to Vermont, somewhere along the Long Trail, and maybe talk The X Company into letting me have a couple of days “on the clock” visiting with McSoley, McCoy.  Not sure if that’d fly or not, but I’d be willing to float the idea if I can find a perfect camping spot in, say, the Northeast Kingdom.

“Why not just go to Joyce Kilmer,” you ask?  That is a possibility, of course.  The only problem with it is that hunters and rednecks abound in that area in the fall.  The “alone” part of my list is pretty important.

One other idea is Unicoi State Park in Georgia.  I’ve never spent much time there, but it’s in the mountains, it’s got a lake, it’s got trails, it’s got cover, and it’d be chilly in October.  Biggest drawback is that, in October, the leaf-peepers will be coming out of the woodwork.  It’s got some walk-in campsites, however, so I might be able to get away from the crowds.  Going to do some more research on the park.  If I could make it work, it’d be fantastic.  It’s only about 3 hours away, and it really is a beautiful park.

And I think that’s about it for now.  Still plugging away, still dreaming about a retirement life in the woods, still a bit pissed off at AT&T (I doubt that I’ll ever get over that, to be honest), but still trying to keep a positive attitude.  A few more years.  I can last a few more years.

TWD

In Praise of Waze

As a rule, I like software.  Installing a new program – or even reinstalling old programs – has always been sort of a Christmas morning thing for me.  Building out a new computer and then deciding what software to install just gets me pumped up.  Outside of playing my horn, there’s not much I’d rather do than install (and then play with) software.

That being said, I rarely like a program so much that I’m willing to give it unsolicited props.  It’s not often that a computer program, much less an app on a phone, literally changes my life.  Microsoft Access did in the early 90s.  It provided a combination solution for my love of databases and my desire to write code and launched me on a career that, to some extent, continues to this day.  Kindle (or, more generally, any book-reading application) changed the way that I read books.  Sure, I generally have one or two paperbacks in the bathroom, but I’ve been carrying libraries on my PDA/phones since the late 90s, and whenever I have 5 or 10 minutes of down time, I open a book and read a few pages.  Never really did that before eBooks hit the scene.

And now there’s Waze, an app that I installed on my phone just over a week ago, after my commutes to and from work had begun to convince me – seriously – that I would have to quit my job before I had a stroke (or just a nervous breakdown).  I was complaining about my drive to one of the guys who was hired on the same day as I was, and he casually tossed out, “Just get Waze.”

I had to google the thing.  Thought it was spelled “Ways,” which would make sense for a mapping application.  Then I found it.  Read about it.  Installed it on my Windows phone.  And couldn’t get past the initial agreement screen because it was so poorly written.

Turns out the Google had purchased Waze a few years ago and had stopped supporting Windows phone.  But I was so intrigued by the idea of a crowd-sharing mapping program that I took my Android phone, which I had had fixed after it broke last year, but had never put back into service, up to the AT&T store and told them to make it a real phone again.

That’s right.  I abandoned Windows phone just so I could try this app.  And I made the right choice.

The first day that I used Waze to drive to work, it started me out in the “wrong” direction.  Literally had me turning left at the end of my road, away from work, instead of right.  But I thought to myself, “What the hell.  It’s going to take me an hour anyway.  I might as well see something new.”

Would you believe that I got to work in under 30 minutes?  Or that, except for the last 1/2 mile – which is always going to be gridlocked – I wasn’t stuck in traffic at all?  Or that I was regularly exceeding the speed limit, driving on little back roads that I didn’t even know existed?

I thought it was a fluke.  “Wonder what it’ll do to get me home,” I thought.  At 6:00 in the evening, after all, there’s NO WAY to get from Alpharetta to Duluth in under 75 minutes.

Waze got me home in under 40.  I was blown away.  I actually walked through the door of my house with a smile on my face.

So I used Waze for a few days going back and forth to work, and then decided to try it out on last weekend’s GBB tour through Alabama and Tennessee.  It worked okay.  Pretty much gave me the same directions as my Garmin, which is the go-to GPS for my long trips.

That is, it gave me the same directions until my trip home from Chattanooga last Sunday afternoon.  I’m cruising down 75 and Waze suddenly chirps at me “Standstill ahead.  Take exit blah blah and go WAAAAAY the hell out of your way.”

I paraphrase.

Since I didn’t have to be anywhere until Monday morning, I gave Waze the benefit of the doubt, and I took exit blah blah – which is the exit that I used to take when going camping in the middle of nowhere – and let it lead me home.  Which it did, again finding little roads that I never knew about.  I got home at about the time I’d expected to.

As it turned out, there was a major pile-up on 75, about 5 miles south of where I exited.  Had I continued to follow my Garmin, I would’ve been stuck in traffic for about two additional hours.  This little FREE app not only determined that my traffic was about to suck, but also figured out a way around it on the fly.  My Garmin would’ve eventually told me that traffic sucked (probably when it was too late to change course), and then would have waited for me to tell it to find a new route.

Waze also sends me updates about things on the route.  It will tell me, for example, “There’s heavy traffic 9 miles away on Kimball Bridge Road” when I leave my house.  This is a given.  There’s always heavy traffic on KBR.  But it will also tell me, “Be careful.  There’s road kill in your way in a mile.”  Or “Police radar in two miles.”  And it’ll put a little icon on my map telling me where the dead dog or the cop is.  It warns of cars parked on the shoulder, water in the road, school busses stopping…anything that a normal person would notice – because it’s normal people updating the thing.

And so I sincerely offer this blog post in praise of Waze.  It has definitely changed my drive, made me a happier person, and – possibly – lengthened my life.

Thank you, whoever invented this wonderful program.