I’m sitting in our disaster recovery facility trying to keep awake and pass the time as I wait for other team members to complete their portions of our semi-annual test. A disaster recovery test is similiar to a fire drill only replace people with computers. We are “practicing” restoring operations to a different facility, simulating an unrecoverable disaster to our main computing center. My team has limited involvment but our presence is necessary. I took this picture from outside the data center. Yes, it is as barren as the picture depicts.
I’m pretty sure the salt has accelerated the corrosion of my brakes and apparently, salt eats through a paint job like a fat kid at a buffet. And there’s no point in washing my car since a snow plow will inevitably drive by and shove grime, snow, and salt against my door within 24 hours. Will someone please invent the George Jetson car/briefcase?
I don’t, that’s who.
This past Monday I was sound asleep when my work cell phone rang at around 9:30am. It was a coworker calling to see if I was coming in or if I had requested the day off. This obviously came as a surprise. Since when do you need to request a national holiday off?
Well according to the company holiday schedule, MLK is not an observed holiday. Over the course of five post-college jobs I’ve never been employed by a company that didn’t observe MLK. Luckily, I wasn’t fired. Unfortunately, I did have to wake up and go to work.
Since I travel by air for the holidays, I normally request small gifts or gift certificates which are much easier to fly back with. I had gift certificates to Macy’s and decided I needed a watch. Something humble and conservative, nothing too flashy.