Happy Saturday

I can feel the cool breeze across my face.

We had a storm—well, several storms—move through last night. The light show was spectacular and we got a good drenching as well. It seems that this year the monsoon is making up for the past couple where it was nominally absent. I understand that Tucson (about an hour and a half to the southeast) has gotten more rain this year than they have as long as they've been recording it. Phoenix as well seems unusually wet this year, something I am definitely not complaining about—even if the humidity is insufferable the day after those storms move through.

 

More rain is predicted for this evening, followed by a good chance of more the middle of next week. Should I wash the car tomorrow to seal the deal on that?

Aren't They All?

Over summer school, Ben was dealing with a difficult student who was named Damien. Yes, Damien. And from what I heard, he lived up to his name 100%.

Friday

This has been the week from hell. While the concept certainly looks good on paper, our current policy of 50% in office/50% WFH, is presenting difficulties, not the least of which is I don't know what fucking day of the week it is anymore. We've been slammed with tickets, and it seems everyone has turned into a Karen, demanding that their problems be addressed now.

Honey, it don't work that way. Unless you're VIP, or the entire network is down because of your issue, you wait your turn like everyone else.

Despite my grousing prior to this in/out policy being implemented, I am enjoying being back in the office—if for no other reason than it allows me to do things I am unable to do remotely.

The biggest problem right now is that people requiring direct assistance are often on the opposite schedule from me. "Can I come up and check this [problem requiring hands-on assistance] today?" "No, I'm only in Tuesdays and Thursdays." "Oh…I'm WFH Tuesday and Thursdays, so I guess I'll see if one of the other guys can help you." Much ticket shuffling ensues.

There's also the question of the folks who have laptops with a docking station, as well as (often dual) monitors they brought home from the office. Now that they're shuttling back and forth two or three times a week, they're whining because they don't have the same setups in both locations to plug into. This has caused a considerable amount of drama in the department this past week, as this sort of setup is in direct violation of enterprise policy (one device and a maximum of two 24" monitors per employee, unless they are high level AutoCAD or GIS users, in which case they get one 32-inch and one 24" monitor). At one of our field offices, several employees took it upon themselves to grab unused monitors and give themselves three monitors, with a few of them asking for four. WTF? Why does an admin assistant need FOUR fucking monitors at her desk? Short answer, she doesn't.

Amid much gnashing of teeth, it was finally decided that enterprise policy would be enforced. Users will be allowed to have their monitors/docking stations at home or in the office, but not both. They can bring a monitor back into the office and use their laptop as a secondary screen, or leave the setup as-is until everyone is back in the office full time. We won't be providing secondary docking stations, but will have multifunction dongles available for them to use at home or in the office, depending on where the rest of their equipment ends up living.

"But, but…"

Honey, if you don't like it, you can return all the equipment and come into the office full time. THAT is the new policy.

The enterprise also lifted its mask/social distancing mandate for the fully vaccinated. This is strictly "on the honor method" so I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this—especially since it applies not only to employees, but also members of the public interacting with us. While I feel that the employees will have each others' backs and do the right thing, the general public? Not so much.

Thankfully I have absolutely no interaction with those unwashed, potentially unvaccinated masses.

I also need to keep reminding myself that masks don't especially protect you, but are to protect others from you if you're infected.

Be Civilized

Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.

But no. Mead said that "the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed." Mead explained. In the animal kingdom, if you break  your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink, or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.

"A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts," Mead said.

We are at our best when we serve others. Be civilized.

Friday Before a Week Long Staycation

Nothing really planned for next week other than not logging into work! (To be followed by an expanded back-in-the-office schedule starting June 7th—but that's a depressing thought best pushed off until that preceding Sunday night.)

On Thursday we may take a day-long road trip to north to drop off my Technics components to a guy in Prescott who is going to refurbish the innards (something long overdue). We're going to take Sammy along because it's been ages since he's been in the car without the destination being something unpleasant for him. And let's face it, after the past two weeks, we all need a getaway.