So here I am, 1 in the morning, sitting in a small, hot conference room waiting for some color copies of a very special report to print. This report, which will save the world and bring happiness to my grandkid’s grandkids, must be printed and bound tonight. The question you might be asking yourself is “Does Dave know how to do that??” and “Why is he doing that??” Both are very good questions. Excellent, in fact, considering I am here waiting to perform those tasks. The reason is quite simple though. In my job, which waffles between skilled process consultant facilitating change to copy boy, you do what it takes to get the job done. Unfortunately we ran behind and the very reasonable time we were expecting to do this, which was around 9PM, didn’t happen. So here I am, sitting, alone, with peanut M&Ms (which I wish was a burger) and a bottle of water (which I wish was beer), writing this to all of you fine folks, because for now, there is nothing else to do.
Had to step away for a minute. I was sitting here and realized it was quiet. The printer had stopped. Oh no!! It was out of paper. OUT OF G**d**N PAPER. FOR TEN FREAKIN’ MINUTES. So I filled it because that is what you do when it is 1AM and the printer runs out of paper. And now I am back on track.
I just realized someone else is here. Who works these kind of hours? He is sitting at his desk dab smack in front of the computer. Weird. I am not sure if I should talk to him. Sort of like approaching a big dog that you don’t know. You want to pet it but who knows if he’ll bite you. I think I’ll pretend I don’t know he is here.
Thought I’d share.
Dave...less talk more work.
Posted by: Paul | September 13, 2002 at 12:53 PM