A measure of progress
Nothing lasts forever (except diamonds, and even those can be crushed into dust with enough pressure). I come from a line of “keep it working” people, so I have a fair share of older devices around the house. However, spreading that technique into the workplace isn’t as appreciated as it might be.
Today, the move things around bug hit my office mates, in a way that hasn’t been seen since the last time someone retired. A day of junking the junk, filling the recycling bin, clearing the counter spaces. I had the enviable task of reverse constructing a half-dozen machines, so that they could be dumpstered without any valuable memory or sensitive data going out the door. A round of prying, prodding and otherwise undoing several years of real maintenance.
Documentation that might someday be needed now will go to reduce the virgin fibre in newsprint. If we need the information, the web will have to suffice. We’re talking enough paper that I can see my nearest neighbour for the first time in months; we had a virtual wall build between our cubicles.
The real “tour de force” came when the two younger techs moved a huge cabinet into the machine room. This cabinet was made of metal and was large enough to keep the two prisoner if ever the sliding door had got loose, so I want to congratulate them for a near escape. We now have enough space to permit adding a fifth body to our office, when the hiring process is complete.
All in all, we had a positive impact on our office space.
