No water, no work
Some days bring unexpected advantages. This one started off in the usual mode. Me running for a bus that would take me, eventually, to the office. There were things to get done today, including changing someone’s computer as quickly as possible to minimize disruption and maximize productivity. My personal favorite reasons for any work related task. I was particularly goal directed, so the welcoming committee at the front door of our building was seen with a jaded eye.
Although I have no empirical evidence, something (or somebody) damaged another water main in the neighbourhood, and our work requires that liquids be readily available (that translates as coffee and toilets). The prime directive (or was it director) informed us that we should do an about-face and find other things to do with our productive mindsets. I wasn’t on the same page, for a change, but rank has its privilege: you can send people that are lower on the payscale home at will. So be it.
My “what to do with an extra day off” was decided for me by the other boss (lives here). My job was to prepare our van for its return to the dealership. No big deal, because we aren’t “hard” on a car. Put the rear seats back in place, clean out the doorwells and seat backs, straighten the mats. Just like picking up around a small apartment. Just in passing, some inner-city apartments aren’t much smaller than the vans we drive up and down and in and out the road.
Once the photos were taken (I don’t clean up a car very often), I put my time to better use. The local CPU recycler sold me a better version of the standard beige box, and my weather station is back online after a couple of days of hiccuppy web access. I’ve set up enough machines that I could probably do it in my sleep, but the motivation was all my own.
