Its been about 7 weeks now working pretty much every day 10 hours a day except weekends which I did about 4 hours each day. I’ve not had a day off in awhile. The project I am just closing out was one of these critical things which had to get done in what I’ll call “FedEX overnight priority” style. I had to create an imaging server, build a method to safely copy 291g of very critical data, and then ship the copied appliances every day to replace corrupted systems. I had to be “on” every day. Phone calls, emails, fast and furious. I had to also create two additional solutions which would help them fix things without imaging the entire system. Some systems could not be sent back to me because they are in Spain, Israel, the UK. I built two solutions in as many days basically.
Then some corruption of my own crept in and I had to re-invent part of the solution to account for that. To the rescue, a group of friends I’ve known since the Linuxcare days! They gave me the hints on what I should do and I had to go build it. Then the hardware it was on got flaky and started having ATA reset errors each time it did copying. Okay time to run to Central Computers and replace.
But now, I’m at the tail end and I may have some withdrawl symptoms from it. I feel like I need a break; but I was telling my old friend Edster last night how it makes you feel to be the one. That person that it depends on, that’s needed. That’s intrinsic to the success. It creates such a feeling of worth and accomplishment. When you bind it with a time limitation it gets even better. Combine it with an office relocation right in the middle and I ended up driving systems to a FedEX/Kinko’s manually.
But in the end, we won. We rose above and did the job. Its not only the money that was nice for the company but it was the feeling of satisfaction, of gain, of learning. The work was so very good.
Now I head off to Singapore and india in a week and I may get some kind of bonus or something. Honestly guys, the work was the bonus. It had been awhile since I had that feeling.
The feeling that I could and would.
Then I did. And it was fine.








