A mysterious alien box appears in the desert. What will be revealed once the scientists of Earth decipher its “Message?”
I recently started a new position; my first-ever contract job. At the beginning, I was enthusiastic about coming in and doing a good job. I noticed a few deficiencies off the bat and made some recommendations for improvements in a group e-mail to everyone in the department. My intention was to avoid some of the large issues that had plagued previous workplaces and improve our processes, because to be frank, there were none.
My recommendations were shrugged off with a big fat ‘MEH’ by everyone. I don’t know if it was due to my relative inexperience at the workplace, or the arrogance of leadership, but for whatever the reason, the end result was that nothing happened, and the glaring issues remained.
I was miffed (but not completely surprised) by the lack of response. I imagined that the thought process went something along the lines of: “Why should we listen to this new guy? He doesn’t know how we do things here.“
My first thought was that I needed to change my approach and need address my manager directly instead of broadcasting to the group in the hope that we could come to a consensus. My second thought became a lot more compelling the more it bounced around in my head:
“Why should I care?”
I should begin by mentioning that the position I was hired into has a nearly zero chance of becoming permanent. Folks come here, they work for a year or two, and then they’re gone. Because of that, I have nearly zero investment in this company. Indeed, one of the issues that I wanted to address was knowledge management; if you’re going to have a revolving door of people coming in and out of a department, you might want to have a good documentation process in place so that not all of a person’s expertise walks out the door when their time inevitably comes.
Ultimately, I let it go. I had said my peace, and if the Powers That Be decided to ignore it, then why should I make a fuss? Obviously they know what they’re doing. There’s also no sense in wasting my time with people that have no intention of listening to me.
The unfortunate truth is that a contract worker will never be completely engaged in the future of the company they work at, especially if they have no visible road to bigger and better things.
I’ve since kept my mouth shut about any new issues that I’ve noticed and given up any hope of things improving. It doesn’t make any sense to fight the current, instead I’ll just keep surfing the wave of incompetence until my contract is up.
Besides, why should I be fully invested in the company’s problems when the company isn’t fully invested in me?
Over the last week, my Honda CR-V (aka The Excelsior) had been starting up just a little more sluggishly with each trip. Eventually, it got to the point where it just barely started, but as is human nature, I figured that it would last just long enough to get to get the battery looked at.
Of course, I waited one trip too many and eventually it didn’t start at all one night. Click-click-click-click-click was all I heard.
After getting a jump-start from a neighbor (always have cables in your vehicle, folks) I went to the auto parts store where I had replaced the original battery a few years prior. I had a strong suspicion that the battery was dead, but when the gentleman asked if I would like to have it tested, it placed just enough doubt in my mind to make me think that might not be the case. I didn’t want it to be something else, because as far as car repairs go, replacing a battery is on the fairly inexpensive scale, and it can be done by one’s self, assuming the vehicle can be taken to a good battery or vice-versa.
The gentleman grabbed a tester and followed me out to my noble (if not currently unreliable) steed. I popped the hood and proceeded to let the gentleman do his job. He attached the clips to the battery terminals and proceeded to push some buttons on the device. After a few moments he told me the battery was good and asked if I wanted him to test other ‘start the car’ parts. I said yes, and he asked me to start the vehicle. I made a crack about ‘I hope it starts,’ but much to my surprise, it started with no hesitation. A few moments and button presses later, the man told me that the alternator and starter were probably okay, too. I thanked him for his time and went on my merry (if slightly worried) way to the grocery store, where the car started again without issue. What the heck was wrong with my car?
As folks are oft to do these days, I went onto social media to share my ambivalence over the situation. Friends offered advice and their own tales of automotive experiences, both good and bad. One friend mentioned that a similar problem had been caused by loose terminal connectors. This idea sounded intriguing to me, as I had recalled my interior lights flashing during the process of having it jumped, and so I resolved to investigate them come the morning. I didn’t park the Excelsior in the garage because I had a feeling I was going to need another jump-start.
The next morning, I hopped into my trusty steed to go have some breakfast and was greeted by the clicking noise again. No big deal, it’s the terminals, right? Wrong. Nothing was loose and there was no corrosion to be found. It has to be the battery, I thought, but what the guy last night told me it was good. I frumped for a while as I searched for nearby mechanics and groused over the pile of money I anticipated I was going to have to spend.
Finally, I decided to get a second opinion.
I got a jump-start from a different neighbor, and observed that both times we had to let my vehicle sit for a while and charge up. The thought of it has to be the battery kept bouncing in my head as I drove to a different auto parts store. I walked inside and asked to have my battery checked. This time around, the tech got a frumpy look on her face when she saw my terminals. The connectors to the Excelsior’s battery have these plastic covers that were getting in the way of the clips, meaning she could only reliably attach the clips to the screws that kept the connectors attached. “I don’t like taking a reading from the screws, the reading is sometimes wrong,” She said. The tech did her best to adjust the tester clip, but was not completely satisfied with the result: “I’m not getting a good reading, can you take the battery out?” She asked.
I said sure, and proceeded to do so, with the tools I keep inside the vehicle. I also had to borrow a pair of pliers, but eventually dislodged the battery and took it inside the store. The tech did her thing, and sure enough, the battery was bad. Fortunately, I had purchased the ‘three-year replacement’ battery the last time and I received a new one free of charge. I installed it myself, which was only fair since I had taken the old one out, and now my trusty steed is trusty once again.
I figured that it would be a good idea to let the tech know about my experience the night before. We both agreed that the other guy just didn’t know about the screws providing unreliable readings.
And thus we have the difference between somebody who only knows how to follow instructions, and somebody that actually knows what they are doing because they have learned how things really work.
Whether they are fixing cars or computers, a good tech will have more in-depth knowledge about the things that they repair than someone who is only taught how to fix things or is working off a script. When the ‘usual steps’ don’t work, a good tech can think things though and improvise to find a solution. A bad tech only knows how to follow instructions, and when those instructions don’t do the job, they’re stuck, and so are you.
My trusty CR-V (the “Excelsior,” because I name my cars after spaceships) recently got dinged in the back. The damage isn’t too terrible but it’s in a lousy spot. Thus, I had to deal with my insurance company (Progressive) and rent a car. Along the way, I noticed a few things:
The lady that hit me seemed to be pretty impatient while I got Progressive on the phone. MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T CAUSE AN ACCIDENT IF YOU’RE IN A HURRY, LADY.
- I didn’t even think about calling the police. This was a low speed accident and not worth their time.
- She eventually gave me her info and drove off in a huff because “I have kids in the car.” I don’t know about y’all but I tend to drive extra-careful whenever I have passengers…just saying.
- Insurance company Ding #1: To be fair, I was getting impatient with Progressive too. Pick up the phone, guys!
- It wasn’t a bad dent, but in just the right spot for water to get into the hatch.
- I’ll get a call back in 24 hours. Cool.
- Ding #2: The claims rep was supposed to call me ‘within 24 hours.’ 2 days later and still no call.
- I posted an angry tweet about that lack of communication and got a response within a few hours. Modern times and all that.
- Lady’s insurance is taking full responsibility (as well they should) Woo-hoo!
- Stuffed a plastic bag into the hole to keep water out. Lucky it hasn’t been raining lately.
- I was initially going to pick a shop to take it, but decided to punt and the insurance guys handle it. I have other things to worry about.
- Ding #3: The last time this happened, I got to pick a rental. This go-round they threw me into a Toyota Corolla.
- I got everything I needed from the CR-V…except for the garage door opener. >.<
- The heck with giving me both car keys on a key ring that I can’t remove them from?
- It’s a little bit of an adjustment going from a small SUV to a car, but I’m (mostly) handling it. Lucky for me I don’t have any long trips coming up.
- When did car air conditioners get so complicated?
This is a newer vehicle, yet the backup camera looks terrible compared to my 2012 CR-V.
- Having an in-car touch screen does not work very well. At the risk of getting technical: The user interface is poop.
- Ding #4: The repair guy was supposed to call me ‘tomorrow’ Didn’t happen.
- Yeah, it’s probably time to start looking for a new insurance company.
- Thing I miss most about my CR-V? Legroom.
- I’ve given up on getting any calls from my insurance company at this point, just going to check their website every so often.
- If you are going to tell somebody you are going to call them and you don’t, that is rude and unprofessional.
- Unless you’re a recruiter, then it’s par for the course. (obligatory job-related item)
- Auto headlights should NEVER turn on the high beams…just sayin’
- Had a funny moment when it rained and I tried to turn on the rear wiper that wasn’t there.
- Also, the ‘beep’ it makes when I turn on the alarm can barely be heard.
- The day before the repair is due to be completed, the app says “2 days left until repaired.” Huh?
- (Finally) Got a call that afternoon saying it will be ready when scheduled, woo-hoo!
- 4pm and the app now says ‘Repairs complete.’ Maybe I’ll get lucky and get my ride back a day early?’
- Ding #5: Of course they call me 15 minutes before they close (and I’m already at home from work) to schedule the pickup the next day, grr.
- Since the lady’s insurance is taking full responsibility, this little adventure isn’t going to cost me any money, just a little time and aggravation.
- I also got a blog post out of the deal, too 😀
- Ding #6: Scheduled the appointment for 1230, get there at 1231 and I have to wait 😛
- Holy cats, the Excelsior looks good when it’s cleaned up.
- Feels good to be in my own vehicle again. I had to re-learn some habits, like having cruise control settings on my steering wheel instead of on a stick thingie.
- Time to shop for new car insurance!
NOTE: While looking through my drafts, I found this list. I have no idea why I didn’t post it back then. Better late than never, I guess!
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San Antonio’s first furry convention, Alamo City Furry Invasion, took place this past weekend. Many locals (including myself) were excited to have a furry convention in our hometown and I noticed a few things during the furry fun:
BEFORE-Sorry guys, but ‘Alamo City Furry Invasion’ as a name is too long, I’ve just been calling it ‘Furry Invasion.’
- RealmsCon also happened over the same weekend, so I have another reason to not go there.
- Thing we forgot to mention on the pre-game podcast: Parking around the con itself is going to be ‘fun’ especially for those of us not getting a hotel room.
- There was some confusion about the availability of a projector. We were told to reserve the one projector they had, which was odd considering I checked a box that said ‘I need a projector’ when submitting my panel.
- I made arrangements to have one just in case.
- Day before the con and we don’t have an online map
- There have been a few complaints beforehand about the potential parking costs, oh well.
- Took a walk around the hotel Thursday afternoon and it was plenty warm, which doesn’t bode well for our fursuiters.
- Surprised they aren’t doing a ‘print out your email’ thing for pre-registrations, hope that doesn’t slow down registration.
- FRIDAY-Pleasant surprise: Free parking for hotel guests while it was available. I fed the meter.
- I had to make jokes about “Don’t let your meter expire or Judy Hopps will pay you a visit!”
- I see the hotel and Barry Manilow’s ‘Copacabana’ pops in my head.
- As always, the guy with the Bluetooth speaker has to have crappy taste in music. I swear it’s a physical law at this point.
- Got into the reg line at 3:38 and waited for 45 minutes, pbbt
- The ‘WE’RE SORRY’ guy in the reg line finally got on my nerves and I had to open a can of manager on him.
- Fire alarm lights go off at 541 on Friday, oh boy.
- Little Kid: “Pokémon!” Dad: “I don’t think those are Pokémon…”
- Just a little sadface over not getting a personalized dog tag…does that make me weird?
- The comic book was a lame substitute, and it’s not good to see staff members with tags
- No furry Westerns for movie night? Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron? An American Tail: Fivel Goes West?
- If I’d have realized there were going to be so many people there on Friday, I would have shaved!
- SATURDAY-Up bright and early so I can shave (see above) and get a parking spot (see #3)
- There were plenty of parking spots with meters around the hotel and even some $1-$2 parking a block away.
- You still have to feed the meter on Saturday? LAME
- Downloadable PDF format for the schedule would have been nice
- Oh wait, the online schedule is different than the printed one, uh-oh.
- That is, assuming you can read it, looks like they used they used 4-point font.
- Nice job of giving credit where credit is due at opening ceremonies
- For fuzzing sake, can we keep fetish gear out of furcons already?
Stop popping your heads and breaking the magic, people!
- They definitely dropped the ball on the schedule. What is most surprising to me is either the staff didn’t notice or they chose to not do anything about it. No bueno.
- How to handle major screw-ups: 1-Apologize. 2-Take no more than two sentences to say what went wrong. 3-Tell us how YOU ARE GOING TO FIX IT.
- I mention the previous item because I heard the same ‘printer guy screwed up the schedule’ story way too many fuzzing times. WE DON’T CARE WHAT WENT WRONG JUST FIX IT.
- Regardless, I got by with a little (okay, a lot) of help from my friends for Furry 101.
- A bunch of quiet people attended Furry 101, there were no questions for me at the end!
- Some parents were there too, and were very complimentary after the fact.
- OMG all the Amber Alerts
- Seems I forgot to turn off the Amber Alerts on my new phone, too. DERP
- Guillermo’s Italian restaurant near the hotel was delicious.
- Had to do karaoke to finally get Copacabana out of my head.
- Forgot about the 20-bar instrumental break in the middle, should have found a dance partner.
- Going to be hard to not wear my Dallas Cowboys jersey on Sunday. GET IT? COWBOYS? 😀
- I wasn’t even aware of the food trucks, need to work on communication, there. Maybe a bulletin board?
- Bedbugs, tire slashing and threats? It’s a party now.
- I won’t lie, my eyes got a little misty when one guy did ‘Free Fallin’ during karaoke. God Bless Tom Petty.
- SUNDAY-To the person who glomped another fursuiter: YOU SUCK
- Apparently fursuiters weren’t happy with the fursuit lounge closing at night. Even by my cranky middle-aged standards, 10 o’clock is WAY too early.
- Another furry watching football? SAY IT AIN’T SO!
- If you’re still telling Tony Romo jokes now, stop talking about football. Just. Stop.
- Had my panel cancelled on Sunday because I was feeling way
oo hungry that afternoon…and they scheduled it opposite closing ceremonies.
- 737 attendees, wow!
- IMO attendance would have been higher but for RealmsCon being the same weekend in Corpus Christi and some folks in Houston are likely still recovering from the hurricane.
- I should probably get a room next year so I’m not dragging my tail home in the middle of the night.
- Overall, it was good but y’all really need to fix that scheduling, guys!
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I recently returned from Texas Furry Fiesta 2018: “Lone Star Wonderland,” where I had a ball hanging out with my fellow fuzzers. Check out the pictures I took over on Flickr, scroll down for the customary ‘things I noticed’ list, and listen to “Con Talk-Texas Furry Fiesta 2018 Post-Game!”
Stay tuned for the return of ‘Con Talk’ next week!