Bytes and Bites

Bytes and Bites From Altitude Data And no, that's not my computer. Not me either, but hey. Sometimes I learn things that some folks might be interested in, sometimes I just run across a particularly interesting case, or make new connections or observations that eventually wind up in the bottom of my ever growing pile of other soon-to-be moot bits of data stored on my biological hard drive. Might call it a mental compost heap. Tech is sorta like a garden, if you think about it. The veggies you live on, the flowers for fun, the weeds that come from nowhere and the bugs you hate. The compost of the ancient stuff. (From, like, last year.)

The Pile On My Desk


Responsibility. There's a word that has changed connotation a whole lot since I was a kid. Used to be a great thing, 'she's responsible' was a pat on the back. A good thing. Made you want to be responsible. That's something I still strive for, staying on top of things, being responsible, and not 'letting it slide' just to see if I can avoid something.

Of course, sometimes that means working long past the hours you mean to, often without charging more, to make sure that the work is properly done and fairly priced. Avoiding nasty surprises for the client on the back end. To me, that's just responsibility. If I know something is going to be a pain and can let them know the most cost efficient means of repair on the front end, I do. Sometimes I'm wrong, and then it's my job to make it right by that client, at times the midnight oil is burned, and at others used up.

Because of that, there is a stack on my desk and file cabinet, things I am responsible for, that either have been taken care of and not put away, or just pushed to side because I can't deal with it right now, and when I do find a minute, it feels sooooo good to be irresponsible and ignore it! I work in a lot of different environments, and I seriously envy the clean desks, though sometimes I run across desks that make me fear for my safety. And there are all levels in between. The cleaners have it all filed, the floor sorters are on their way to getting it filed, the stackers have it all filed on top, and the tossers have no discernable order at all.

Ever seen the sign claiming that the clean desk is a sign of a deranged mind? Don't know that I would agree, but I think the author of that statement must have been a quite responsible person.

DATE POSTED: 12.16.2010

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