Attacking the problems
No joke intended; sometimes we can lose sight of things. I’ve got two rooms in the house where we haven’t seen the floor in years. Their problem, not mine. And if ever, through some flaw in the time-space continuum, a cleanup occurs and the people involved find money… I’ll be very happy for them.
A similar event happened at work, wherein my supervisor noticed that we could no longer see the communal work area. Nor could we access the server racks, or enter into the wiring closet. Accumulation of shipping cartons and other stuff meant that if we had visitors, we’d have some “‘splainin’ to do” (a rare flashback to a Ricky Ricardo moment.
The responsibility fell on my shoulders, and with a fearsome weapon (my Leatherman tool), I reduced dozens of computer cartons to their simplest form. What a difference. Or as I like to think about it, we’ve bought several months of peace, since we no longer have any budget to buy more stuff.
While in my fog of war, I also found a place to store a couple of disabled printers. People were starting to wonder about the “out of service” sign that had been placed on one, better than a hundred days ago.
With that out of the way, I was able to concentrate on other emergencies. Case in point, the printer upstairs that “wouldn’t stop jamming”. In the end, all it took was my presence. Funny how that goes. I stand near the dysfunctional machine and the problem goes away. I offered to spend the rest of the day in hovering mode, but that was seen as beyond the call of duty.
