Connected
Recently, there was an issue at work that required my rather immediate attention, but I was sitting in a doctor’s office and not even aware of the problem until I arrived home and logged in to work.
The delay between the time the issue cropped up and my response (which consisted of something along the lines of, “no, this isn’t our issue, our vendor wigged out again”) was less than an hour, but found to be unacceptable to those who had to deal with irate subscribers.
And yeah, if I were that subscriber, I’d be pretty whizzed off too. The material they are trying to access is very time sensitive.
The solution? Hook a bitch up with the latest high tech uber nerd gadgetry and have her available 24/7.
Joy.
Until yesterday, I had managed to successfully wiggle my way out of having a corporate uber nerd gadget. Sure, they are neat and nifty, but you know, I rather like the option of saying, “Oh, dear me, so sorry, I’ll be at the doctor’s office for the next two hours.”
Alas, and woe is me. Yesterday my new Big Fuckin’ Q arrived and was passed off to me as if it were the Hope diamond. I looked it over, sat it on my desk, and didn’t think much of it. To be honest, I wasn’t really getting why some of my co-workers were turning green when they saw it. I mean, really, it’s just a gadget, yanno?
I guess it served it’s purpose though, I found myself sitting in the doctor’s office in my lovely paper gown (how fashionable!) waiting for my annual check of the bits, getting work done. I’ll say this much, it at least took my mind off what I was waiting to have done!
I’m still not sure I like being available all the time though. And I’ve already found myself answering emails when stuck in traffic that refuses to move.
What’s next? An implant in my brain so I don’t even have to have a device to connect to the net with?