This week at work has been pretty rough. Now, I’m not really built for physical labor, but I try my best when the need arises. I certainly did my fair share of power lifting boxed big screen TVs when I worked at RadioShack, so I’m used to that sort of work. I’ve also done cabling before – it’s not the type of job I would ever do for fun because it wreaks havoc on my fingers, but I can do it.
On Sunday, I worked overtime to reorganize all the cabling behind the server racks. It was a long and tiresome job, but I got three out of the five racks done, so yay! However, after I got all my morning tasks done on Monday, I ended up tidying and reorganizing the core room, and then I volunteered to get the storage and AC room reorganized as well. Lots of work, lots of physical labor.
What kind of server admin am I, anyway?
Tuesday saw a lot of running around the plant site. It was also the first time I had a problem with the “nice” lady boss. Apparently, she somehow misunderstood me that I didn’t want to work on a particular task, even though I didn’t give any indication otherwise. I only found this out by chance.
Anyway, a quick e-mail saying that the job was done fixed that (I hope), but I am sure getting sick of people thinking that I am lazy or unenthusiastic about my job. So, I decided to put together some journal notes about every task I do daily as proof that I am working should the situation ever escalate to a point where I might lose my job. Apparently, it looks as though I am going to be pushed around at every place I work for the rest of my life. Well, so be it. I am going to work harder than ever so that I’ll make all the standard working people here look bad. When the big bosses see how hard I work, there will be no chance to survive make your time. These petty people kept putting me in the spotlight and pushing my back up against the wall. Even the most timid animal will fight back if you corner it, and I am fighting back the best way I know how – by being as hard working as I can be. I’m not going to rat people out for not doing their jobs – I refuse to lower myself to their level – but I won’t help them if they get into trouble. I used to be a nice guy, but Inco changed me. I used to give everybody the benefit of the doubt, but now I know the meaning of “keep your friends close and your enemies closer”. Now, every person I meet is a potential enemy. I can’t trust anybody anymore.