A Conundrum, I Tell Ya
It's been one of those days...
I'd been assigned by my manager Skippy Whitebread to work on a project for Windows Media Center 2005. "Work on that, and only that. Everything else can wait." Uh, okay Skippy - sure, whatever you want. It's your ballpark; I'm just your all-star slugger. So I set aside everything else, as the man asked.
Well. That's come back to bite me in the ass big time. Of course, everything that I normally do is backing up, and people are screaming about it. "Where's my documentation?" "When's it going to be done?" "Why don't I have this yet?" Gee, gang - talk to Skippy - it's his bright idea that I do this reeeeeeeally low priority project instead.
Ah, but here's the problem. Old Skippy is on vacation, so you can't talk to him. Oops.
So things are backing up, and I'm wasting my time and talents on low priority projects. Meanwhile, people are grumbling that their stuff isn't getting finished, because for some reason I've yet to sprout a dozen arms to do everything at once.
It reminds me of being in junior high -- when I was a short little kid in a school filled with giants. And naturally they made us play...basketball. So if somehow little ol' Tommy did end up with the basketball, the conversation would go something like this:
Big Goon 1: "Gimme the ball or I'll kick or ass."
Big Goon 2: "No, gimme the ball, or I'll kick your ass."
Now, what are your going to do? Either way, you're screwed. So usually I'd just throw the ball straight up in the air and then run like hell. Let them fight it out, and hopefully there won't be any ass kicking involved.
But back to today, where it's not basketballs but documentation files up in the air.
I took a deep breath and made an executive decsion. Skippy isn't here, and someone had to make a call. I put his low priority stuff aside and jumped on some of the more pressing matters.
Will he be pissed when he gets back? That's a risk I'll have to take. At least I have a reason behind my madness - something I've yet to see with the assigned project.
We're such a tiny little staff nowadays - layoffs took us from 24 people to 6, but with the same work load. I do everything I possibly can to help this company, but I'm not friggin' Superman. I'm good, but I'm not a miracle worker.
So it's now 5 o'clock, and I'm done for today. Everything will be waiting for me on Monday when I get back. And I have until Tuesday to worry about Skippy's reaction. Who knows - maybe I'll be caught up by then. Or not.
I'd been assigned by my manager Skippy Whitebread to work on a project for Windows Media Center 2005. "Work on that, and only that. Everything else can wait." Uh, okay Skippy - sure, whatever you want. It's your ballpark; I'm just your all-star slugger. So I set aside everything else, as the man asked.
Well. That's come back to bite me in the ass big time. Of course, everything that I normally do is backing up, and people are screaming about it. "Where's my documentation?" "When's it going to be done?" "Why don't I have this yet?" Gee, gang - talk to Skippy - it's his bright idea that I do this reeeeeeeally low priority project instead.
Ah, but here's the problem. Old Skippy is on vacation, so you can't talk to him. Oops.
So things are backing up, and I'm wasting my time and talents on low priority projects. Meanwhile, people are grumbling that their stuff isn't getting finished, because for some reason I've yet to sprout a dozen arms to do everything at once.
It reminds me of being in junior high -- when I was a short little kid in a school filled with giants. And naturally they made us play...basketball. So if somehow little ol' Tommy did end up with the basketball, the conversation would go something like this:
Big Goon 1: "Gimme the ball or I'll kick or ass."
Big Goon 2: "No, gimme the ball, or I'll kick your ass."
Now, what are your going to do? Either way, you're screwed. So usually I'd just throw the ball straight up in the air and then run like hell. Let them fight it out, and hopefully there won't be any ass kicking involved.
But back to today, where it's not basketballs but documentation files up in the air.
I took a deep breath and made an executive decsion. Skippy isn't here, and someone had to make a call. I put his low priority stuff aside and jumped on some of the more pressing matters.
Will he be pissed when he gets back? That's a risk I'll have to take. At least I have a reason behind my madness - something I've yet to see with the assigned project.
We're such a tiny little staff nowadays - layoffs took us from 24 people to 6, but with the same work load. I do everything I possibly can to help this company, but I'm not friggin' Superman. I'm good, but I'm not a miracle worker.
So it's now 5 o'clock, and I'm done for today. Everything will be waiting for me on Monday when I get back. And I have until Tuesday to worry about Skippy's reaction. Who knows - maybe I'll be caught up by then. Or not.
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