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This is a fluster cluck
Dec. 22nd, 2006 12:59 amWe're still cutting in wiring--pulling and routing cable for the phone and ethernet drops, doing the punch down termination, etc. Worked from 830 to now (12:45) with a 1/2 hour break for grabbing food and some reading (figure 2 hours reading). Still working on cabling. We haven't accomplished the day 1 tasks, and K has committed to partial functionality tomorrow. The phone lines haven't been turned up (the company providing them is based out of Denver) and the disks haven't been racked.
Part of my grumpyness is that I'm weak at the crawl around on the ground, pull and terminate cable stuff that we're doing now. But, dammit, I was promised that this stuff would be done, and the wire monkey part over (Why am I stupid enough to believe these promises? I remember past performance too well) The racking isn't stack and screw, either; all the mounting brackets have to be modified because the racks are different.
Another part is that K and M are used to the long pushes, and work together really well. No one else does; they do a lot of work together. Over 8 years experience together. They're being really kind to me, but I'm uck all fuseless compared to them; they both know what and how they're going to do anything. And for them, it makes sense to start at 10 AM, and then kick into high gear around 7 PM. I'm ready to go at 7, but can't do anything without direction, and by this time of the night (when they grab the fourth or fifth Dew) my head (and my feet, etc.) are all pounding.
The overall plan went out the window about 15 seconds after arrival (I don't know why I believed it all.) We're sleeping on mattresses in the office rather than walking across the street to the motel. Food is brought in, mainly meat. (Cantor's Deli, home of the Garlic Kosher Pickle.) So instead of network tuning and error correction, shove boxes and pull wires.
The other real pisser? No idea if I'll make any money off this, and I DO have lots of other things that would be fun or rewarding to do. Since I can't do most tasks without checking in, I hve LOTS of dead time.
THuck Fis and call me Sally in the Boulevard, I'm hating life right now. And there's some other thoughts behind that, but I'm going to go get sleep first.
EDIT: The root of all the upsetness is I'm trying to do my brother a favor by helping him out, and he's trying to do me a favor by helping me with work, and neither of it works because he's not organized enough to assign anything but the most basic tasks (which do need to be done) and I'm not enthusiastic about threading through boxes to lie on my back and punch down wires after roughing out the placement, pulling the cables, relabeling etc. I'd really much rather do other things. So, I've punched, labelled, done the basic shopping, and wasted too much time reading when I'd rather be at home, not here on an air mattress, not working enough to make money but not doing any of the million things I'd like to do. And my brother's apologetic, but what's he gonna do? The work is the work.
I knew he had a scheduling difficulty. Especially when the start time for the trip shifted 3 hours, from start at noon to start loading at 4. Why, oh, why, did I not clue in?
Part of my grumpyness is that I'm weak at the crawl around on the ground, pull and terminate cable stuff that we're doing now. But, dammit, I was promised that this stuff would be done, and the wire monkey part over (Why am I stupid enough to believe these promises? I remember past performance too well) The racking isn't stack and screw, either; all the mounting brackets have to be modified because the racks are different.
Another part is that K and M are used to the long pushes, and work together really well. No one else does; they do a lot of work together. Over 8 years experience together. They're being really kind to me, but I'm uck all fuseless compared to them; they both know what and how they're going to do anything. And for them, it makes sense to start at 10 AM, and then kick into high gear around 7 PM. I'm ready to go at 7, but can't do anything without direction, and by this time of the night (when they grab the fourth or fifth Dew) my head (and my feet, etc.) are all pounding.
The overall plan went out the window about 15 seconds after arrival (I don't know why I believed it all.) We're sleeping on mattresses in the office rather than walking across the street to the motel. Food is brought in, mainly meat. (Cantor's Deli, home of the Garlic Kosher Pickle.) So instead of network tuning and error correction, shove boxes and pull wires.
The other real pisser? No idea if I'll make any money off this, and I DO have lots of other things that would be fun or rewarding to do. Since I can't do most tasks without checking in, I hve LOTS of dead time.
THuck Fis and call me Sally in the Boulevard, I'm hating life right now. And there's some other thoughts behind that, but I'm going to go get sleep first.
EDIT: The root of all the upsetness is I'm trying to do my brother a favor by helping him out, and he's trying to do me a favor by helping me with work, and neither of it works because he's not organized enough to assign anything but the most basic tasks (which do need to be done) and I'm not enthusiastic about threading through boxes to lie on my back and punch down wires after roughing out the placement, pulling the cables, relabeling etc. I'd really much rather do other things. So, I've punched, labelled, done the basic shopping, and wasted too much time reading when I'd rather be at home, not here on an air mattress, not working enough to make money but not doing any of the million things I'd like to do. And my brother's apologetic, but what's he gonna do? The work is the work.
I knew he had a scheduling difficulty. Especially when the start time for the trip shifted 3 hours, from start at noon to start loading at 4. Why, oh, why, did I not clue in?
