Why is it that the crazy things happen at work right at or about 5pm (~4:50-forward)?
This evening it was not the pile of work that appeared on my desk (that’s a given). Rather a few minutes before 5 our electronic door-card lock system decided to go on the fritz.
And as luck would have it, the facilities manager and IT people had just left a few minutes before it happened. This isn’t a knock against them–rather that’s just the way things to happen–go figure)
So our hero, is left, trying to call the system vendor, after 5 mind you, and figure out what to do. Meanwhile, our hero goes about doing his normal work, and then the phone rings:
It’s a service guy from the system vendor. He starts asking me questions about the system itself–but these are things that are “beyond my pay grade” so to speak.
Then the guy asks if I have access to the system itself, to which all I can say is that well, I don’t have that level of permission based on my user-settings. *Sigh*.
He says he’ll call back. Fortunately, in that window, between calls, I’m able to speak to the higher-ups. They’ll say they’ll try to work with the vendor remotely.
The service guy calls back and says that he won’t be back in the city for another hour or so (By know it’s 6:30ish), . Fortunately, I was able to find someone who was going to be at the office then, and relayed the information to them. Hopefully, tomorrow morning all will work anew.
Just another fun day after 5pm at the office.
/This wasn’t criticism of Work, not at all, just rather a sharing one of those amusing anecdotes. How would we survive without laughter?