Monthly Archives: March 2017

Grindin’

Officially, I’m on the downhill slide into the end of my work term up north. I passed the midway point yesterday morning, actually, but I’m just seeing some light at the end of the tunnel now. 

It’s been pretty intense to say the least. One guy was told yesterday by the PM to ‘get it done or I’ll find you a bus home.’ So, the pressure is on to get problems resolved… it makes every other work situation I’ve been in look like a fucking bike ride. 

My timesheet this week is going to have 44 hours of overtime on it. While the overtime is good, there isn’t a lot of financial incentive from the company to come up here for a second term. If you’re a professional engineer in this company, you don’t make 1.5x on overtime. I’m not a professional engineer so I’m enjoying the extra boost… but I get paid less to start with so maybe it’s a wash. Whatever. 

I’m just super exhausted, these long days are wearing on me. But I just gotta push through and keep grindin’. 

Carnage

Fire erupted at our client’s refinery almost a couple of weeks ago and, as a result, there was a desperate request for people from our office to go up north and assist. 

Upon arriving, the one week stint changed to a 12-2 shift rotation with me returning for multiple tours of duty. I haven’t given an answer to the return but I probably should today so that they can line up a replacement for me. 

Anyway, it’s 12 hour days with an hour of travel going there and an hour of travel coming back. So that shit is long. as. fuck. I wake up at 5:00 am and I am fighting for consciousness by 9:30 pm. And there is a ridiculous amount of work to do where things are constantly changing as the client discovers more about the condition of their facility after the fire.  It’s pretty intense and high paced. 

I’m still here for another week, flying home Sunday night. And in the next seven days, I have so much crap to do. It’s ridiculous how much there is to do and how little time we have. We are doing in days what would normally take us weeks… figuring out what the bare minimum is that we need to do and still make sure what we are doing is correct and workable. It’s a balancing act that I haven’t quite got figured out yet despite having worked in this industry for almost 20 years. The challenges are also technical things that I’m not used to dealing with so it’s hard to know what to do. 

Here’s hoping I figure it out… and soon. 

Handing Off

Originally written on March 9th, 2017

Well. Welly welly well well. 

I’ve been trying to multitask the shit out of everything and avoid dropping the ball on a project that I’ve been working on. And, predictably, its resulted in me starting to drop the ball on ALL of them. That’s kind of how it works when it comes to trying to do too much; you end up sucking at EVERYTHING. 

So I had to have a hard discussion with my Supervisor and Project Lead for one of the jobs that I just can’t do it all. Because I also have this other role in the company that I fill which I can’t plan for that also messes up my shit. 

Anyway, it has and is going to continue to require me putting in some overtime. There is some stuff that I need to wrap up and hand off on one job and then other things I need to do to get caught up on another two jobs where *I’m* the Project Lead. There is engineering to be done and materials to be bought… and I ain’t done shit. 

I feel bad doing it, like I’m leaving a co-worker in a lurch… but it will be worse later if I don’t do it now. I have a bad habit of taking on too much and not managing my workload properly. I’ve gotten better but it’s still a problem for me. 

Lost To The Ether

Originally written on March 2, 2017

This probably would have been a better idea for me to do years ago when I was writing a lot more. Now, it feels like I’ve already lost the vast majority of my writing to the cyber-ether. I would like to be able to look back at my documented history and reflect upon it. Maybe marvel at some of the things I wrote in that it was I who wrote something well thought out and poignant. 

Sometimes, the old ways are still the best. When all is said and done, a book with withstand the test of time far better than memory; nothing and no one can escape the ravages of time. Not even technology. Especially technology. If I want to view some of those writings that I saved within that XML file, it isn’t easy. All of those words are interspersed amongst so many code fragments that it is barely intelligible. 

Even writing this is pointless unless I transfer it to paper. These words will be stored somewhere within Apple’s iCloud servers and easily lost and/or deleted. That seems to be the progression of our society; that we continue to own less and less. We lease this, rent that, subscribe so that we can borrow… none of it is OURS. It’s someone else’s property. Without that ownership, we have no control over it and, thus, have less control of our own lives. We are more easily becoming pawns to be manipulated en masse.

I’m not overly materialistic however I do recognize the pattern of society handing over ownership of our own destinies to both government institutions and, more significantly, to corporations. It’s a choice we make in our search for cheaper and more convenient. As space around us is taken away, our individual footprint becomes smaller and smaller.