Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Non scripta, non est

(For those who weren't pantsed--as I was--by two semesters of Latin, that basically translates as "If it's not written down, it doesn't exist.")

Backstory: Our formidable Sys. Admin. has been out the last few days--and, in his case, "out" translates to "not remoting in at bizarre hours." So the parts of "my" project currently entrusted to his capable hands are stalled in the "new" phase--which, in the lingua franca otherwise known as the office issue-tracker means "I can still plausibly pretend that this doesn't exist yet."

In the various dialects of interpersonal relationships, however, there are certain allowances made. SA juggles enough grenades that I know the score. Intellectually, at least. Sadly, it was only after my Inbox was carpet-bombed with updates from the issue-tracker that I actually had a sense of progress on those line items.

Highly illogical, as a certain First Officer might opine. But "reality" nevertheless. And I'm sure the First Officer in question could tell you all about the ways alternate realities and timelines can bite, yes?

Monday, November 8, 2010

Employee empowerment #fail

Dennis & I are due to re-up at the gym, so I thought I'd just get it out of the way after sweating on their machines tonight. What was a little weird was how the guy at the desk couldn't get to the contract forms (or even my old contract so I could just initial it). Apparently, the boss locks those cabinets when s/he leaves.

True, "empowerment" can be a slippery term and all. But when an employee doesn't have the toolset necessary to let a client pre-pay for an entire year's worth of service...really?!

Fortunately, this is the kind of place where I can leave a post-dated check at the front desk and be reasonably certain that the forms will be waiting for me to sign on my next trip in. Which makes such protocol seem even more counter-intuitive than it would in a big-box kind of place. But overall, it reminded me of learning about Wal-Mart's policy of searching employee bags for stolen merchandise: If you can't trust your employees, why should the customer?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Definitions of "progress"

Don't ask me where the after-dinner cynicism came from, because it arrived on the heels of laughter remembering the British sitcom Coupling, specifically the (highly NSFW!) scene in "Inferno," where Steve re-writes (male) human progress as the quest to see the other 49% of the species naked.

Perhaps I lack the gender solidarity with Steve, but it occurred to me that the driving force may well be mere tedium. Routine--however comforting at times--stifles the soul...as do policy and prodedure and whatever metrics we choose to chase and/or game. So, to eke out a bit more time for what is more interesting or soul-satisfying, we find hidden shortcuts. We pick locks. We tunnel under walls.

But typically we don't manage to keep the secret to ourselves. And then the shortcuts become standards, locks are changed, and walls be come tunnels...straight back to the same quota of tedium. And so the subversion of the status quo begins anew. As narratives for "progress" go, it's not the worst, but it's certainly not the most inspiring I can think of.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

A perfect storm, Web 2.0 style

One of my SCA and Facebook cohorts pointed me to an interesting slice of karma dished out--a la mode--by crowdsourcing. Apart from my natural tendency to root for the underdog (not to mention instinctive solidarity with my medievalist "cousins,"), I found the brouhaha interesting for its "perfect storm" characteristic. And also for the mind-boggling refusal of some people to realize three fundamental truths about this phase of the internet's existence:

  1. Virtual snottiness isn't any less snotty than real-world snottiness.
  2. Your snottiness is out there in front of the intertubes 'n everybody.
  3. Going viral isn't necessarily a good thing, even when you're the protagonist.
I'd add "Don't annoy passionate medievalists," except that this truth predates the internet--by which I mean that it's not about the swords and other assorted pointy objects; it's the inexhaustable capacity for research. Oh, yes, and a tendency to write witty, satirical songs about you. That kind of of cultural--even subcultural--immortality you don't need. Trust me on this.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Frivolous Friday, 11.05.2010: Guest post from The Dark Side

Despite certain economic indicators improving, there's still a great deal of uncertainty over factors such as credit for small business owners, long-term unemployment, etc. On a day-to-day basis, many firms struggle to maintain their corporate culture while staying in the black. That's a responsibility that has never fallen to me--even under the infamous "other duties as required" clause. So, for guidance, I turned to a more experienced management hand, Aurelius Geltthaler, Jr. Mr. Geltthaler is CEO of Global GigaCorp Holdings, Inc.

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I have to admit, as much as I love the festive look that pink slips give mass layoffs--particularly at this time of year--they do have certain inevitable repercussions.

Don't get me wrong: I wouldn't dream of allowing messy human considerations to get in the way of maximizing value for our shareholders. No, my fiduciary duty is to make sure their stock (and mine) does nothing but appreciate between second zero and second eleven*. That's just the efficiency of the free market, after all.

But the fact remains that so long as the market and tax codes so handsomely reward us for downsizing and offshoring, it comes at cost to we who manage the survivors. Mind you, it's not a question of actual productivity: Oh, no, no, no and NO. The survivors survive for a reason. After, oh, say, the eleventh round of "rightsizing," even the remaining sychophants can be expected to provide some value to the company--and not just in helping management avoid decisions that involve risk! Indeed, they must--at a bare minimum--be proficient in gaming metrics, fudging numbers, kicking cans down roads and so forth.

All commendable efforts, to be sure. But captains of industry are not paid to sugar over harsh realities. And one such harsh reality is the polite fiction of corporate image. It no doubt boggles the reader's mind that--Great Recession and high structural unemployment notwithstanding--the (effete) trade press still kow-tows to the notion of workplace quality. As it boggles mine. Still, metrics--however meaningless--are metrics.

Not to sound defeatist, mind! Any manager--or, for that matter, lobbyist--worth his Mark Cross notepad can tell you that he who owns the metrics owns the industry. That's true not only for the denizens of corner office suites, but--believe it or not--also for the lowest eschelons of management. For those who exist on the rung directly above ground level, your education begins here.

I realize that you have enough on your mind without the time-wasting nuisance of fostering "culture." Goodness knows my assistants put enough department potlucks, lunch-and-learns, pecha kucha contests and team-building nonsense on my calendar! Believe me, I feel your pain. But that by no means excuses you from not profiting by the experience. And I don't mean "profit" in any intangible, resume-building sense. Not after you discover the concept of the anti-raffle.

Wait. Do I detect a few puzzled looks? You are familiar with the concept of a raffle, yes? Well, then, this is merely a lottery in reverse. At least on the surface. In this case, for each "culture-building" event, every member of your already-overworked staff is equally eligible to be tapped to lead it. At the outset, anyway.

Now, a mediocre manager would default to the usual suspects--the intern indentured for a recommendation letter, the apparatachik one layoff away from the street, the mother who kisses her children goodnight by phone (even on the weekends). That sort of thing. Those with the true spark of leadership, however, will make some cash under the table by allowing their direct-reports to commute their "donated" time to a simple bribe.

But future CEO material, on the other well-greased hand, will step up to the milking stool and slap all four cups on that cash cow's teats. How? Well, the buy-out doesn't necessarily have to be a permanent condition, you understand. Others who want the time more than they want their disposable income can certainly persuade you to put others back into the pool--and those others might even be able to afford to...shall we say...repay the favor. And so forth. All the way to the Bermudan bank.

I trust I have made my point. While I will concede that other people live in difficult financial times, I by no means consider it an excuse for not turning a profit from any scarcity--however artificially-induced. God bless America.

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* A dissenting--albeit not particularly well-argued--voice on the 11-second "statistic" is found at www.ritholtz.com. As our fictitous Mr. Geltthaler noted above, all depends upon the metrics....

Thursday, November 4, 2010

A twist on the tortoise-and-hare fable

Tonight I'm synching the data on two database servers located over a thousand miles (as opposed to mere inches) apart. And do the response times ever show it! The performance is definitely reminiscent of the even-not-too-distant past, when both CPU and network speeds were lower--and hardware prices were higher.

How quickly we can be spoiled, hey? 'Course, another downside with lightning performance is that there's considerably less time to hit any "Undo" button available.

In my case, checking in on the progress bar for the comparison process crawling (rather than ambling) along eventually made me notice that I'd picked the wrong "from" database. (But not until about the 80% progress mark--D'oh!!). So a few unprintable things were said. But in retrospect, if the comparison had zipped along at its customary pace, my set of old, stale test data would have been replaced by another, slightly different set of old, stale data. And not realizing that could have cost time on top of having to grind through the synchronization again from scratch anyway.

Don't get me wrong: I'm certainly not pining for slower hardware--not by any stretch. Nevertheless, there is something to be said for having time to step back, take a breath, and think before blazing on toward the finish line.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Passing on a bit of cleverness

I needed to check the renewal date for the one domain I still have registered with Hover. Once logged in, I stumbled across a clever idea that, IMO, doesn't deserve to be restricted to a domain registrar's website. There I noticed that the credit card on file for my account was flagged for being out of date. When I corrected it, the "thank you" message offered a 5% discount code for my next renewal. And--by sheerest coincidence, no doubt--the "Renewal" link just happened to be on the page.

[wink][wink]

[nudge][nudge]

That made me smile more than anything. Turns out, I'm already paid up into 2012, and there's no way I'll remember the discount code by then. But I do appreciate--in the hat-tip sense of the word--such tactics in the Sisyphean battle to keep information up to date. Then, too, making it easy for the client/user to do what's best for them really is the game, isn't it?