Good old machines
June 18th 2008 07:53
Last week my immediate boss and I tried to pin down my job in a format that would please the powers that be (the chief of whom, apparently doesn’t think that there shouldn't even be a job for me to hold). It didn’t really happen as we were too preoccupied with something else that was going on in the office and that was taking up everyone’s attention.
However, today, someone else got called in, and instead of being assailed by interruptions, as we had been last week, she was able to get on and sort the thing out within an hour and a half or so. What it is to have time to get on with a job! My usual day tends to start out straightforwardly, but almost invariably, just when I think I’ll settle into something that’ll take a bit of thought and consistent time, along comes something else that believes itself to be more urgent, and bang goes my straightforward day.
After seven months in the place I’m getting used to it as a way of working, but none of us would consider it ideal.
And the other thing about the place is that instead of being treated as so many old but skilled people are as the equivalent of used Harleys (great machines, but past their prime) I’m constantly told how valuable I am, and how good it is to have me there. I haven’t been preened like this in a long time; perhaps never. So whatever the big boss up in Wellington may think, my two local bosses (they don’t like being called that, but that’s by the by) think I’m great, and that’s just fine by me!
However, today, someone else got called in, and instead of being assailed by interruptions, as we had been last week, she was able to get on and sort the thing out within an hour and a half or so. What it is to have time to get on with a job! My usual day tends to start out straightforwardly, but almost invariably, just when I think I’ll settle into something that’ll take a bit of thought and consistent time, along comes something else that believes itself to be more urgent, and bang goes my straightforward day.
After seven months in the place I’m getting used to it as a way of working, but none of us would consider it ideal.
Tim Norris' Harley
And the other thing about the place is that instead of being treated as so many old but skilled people are as the equivalent of used Harleys (great machines, but past their prime) I’m constantly told how valuable I am, and how good it is to have me there. I haven’t been preened like this in a long time; perhaps never. So whatever the big boss up in Wellington may think, my two local bosses (they don’t like being called that, but that’s by the by) think I’m great, and that’s just fine by me!
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