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Oh, This Is A Problem. . .A Really FAST Problem

I admit I shouldn’t care as much as I do. Business travel is pretty boring. My company tries to make it as inexpensive and efficient as possible. My boss and I agree on the dates I need to travel and I submit a request. Then, corporate travel books the airline, hotel and car.

I have some influence of course. For example, I’ve decided I’m not taking that 6:00AM flight out of Salt Lake City again. Some of my coworkers actually research their flights and request specific flights. My boss, for example books 30 minute layovers. (He’s a runner.) We’re in Lexington, KY this week. I requested to stay at Marriot Residence Inn. The one next to a Walgreens and only two miles from the site.

My boss decided we should all stay at the same hotel, so I requested a changed hotel and now I’m next to the site and two miles from the Walgreens. What we don’t typically change is the rental car. I request a compact car and the company takes care of the rest. Typically, they aren’t memorable. I think I drove a Kia Flex? It was a box on wheels. My boss and I ended up in some subcompact in Florida a few months ago. It’s basically luck of the draw.

And on this trip I drew the lucky straw.

This is my rental car.

Honestly, I had no choice. The guy at the rental counter seemed almost sorry. (Well, that’s what he said!)

I’m sorry, Mr Bliss, we’re going to have to upgrade you for free. All we have left is a 2018 Mustang. . .convertible.

He seemed genuinely sorry. Anyway, I’m now driving a car that is the most recent car in a line of cars that I adore. The first Mustang was the 1964 1/2. Maybe it’s only a coincidence that I was born in the latter half of 1964. Maybe it’s a sign. I’ve always loved Mustangs. I owned a 1966 red Mustang in college. I collect 1/64 scale Mustangs. Sure, you can call them Hot Wheels, but some of them are $15 hand-painted, collectors items. Okay, some of them are $0.97 Hot Wheels.

And now I’m driving one.

The weather is too cold to put the top down. Just figuring out the instrument panel was a challenge. The manual shifters located behind the steering wheel were fun. The roads are slick, so I’ve been pretty careful. In fact, for the first couple of days, the onboard computer told me I was getting 24 MPG. That’s almost as good as my six cylinder 12 year old Grand Prix that I drive on a daily basis.

I felt a little more adverturous going to dinner tonight and all of a sudden I’m getting 17 MPG.

It’s a car. Basically, it’s designed to get me from my hotel to the site and maybe out to dinner and back to the hotel. It doesn’t matter if it’s a four cylinder rolling pill box, or an eight cylinder monster. No, it really doesn’t matter. But, honestly, it was a problem. Our entire team has their own cars while we are here in Lexington.

The real problem wasn’t my rental car, it was my boss’s rental car. See, I had to leave the hotel at the same time as him. I had to leave the site the same time he did. I had to go to dinner and park in the same parking lot. My boss probably wouldn’t really care if the rental agency put me into a sports car. The real problem was his car. This is the one they gave him.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. 

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Yes, That’s How Blogs Work

I published a controversial post a couple weeks ago. (How To Lose A Third Generation Customer.) I did something I haven’t done in the past, I named a business, and a local business at that. A beloved local business.

I then posted a link to the story in a Facebook group that is for citizens of my local community of Pleasant Grove. The reaction was surprising.

First the issue. “How To Lose A Third Generation Customer describes my attempt to exchange a Craftsman socket at a local store. As a result of not being able to make the exchange, I opted to no longer buy Craftsman (I’m the 3rd generation of my family that has purchased Craftsman) and to stop frequenting the local store that carries Craftsman.

Is it an overreaction to let that one event determine my shopping preferences? Probably. But, if I’m going to go out to buy something, and I know the big box store will have it and I’m not sure if the local hardware store will have it, it’s just easier to go where I know it will be. I was pretty clear in my post that I didn’t think the store had done anything “wrong” and I certainly was not suggesting anyone else should stop shopping there.

Guess, what I got accused of by the community defenders in my little town? Yep, they wanted to know why I assumed the store employees were wrong and how dare I suggest that others stop shopping there. We had quite an interesting discussion before the moderator decided that the thread had become too negative.

The Double Standard

One group of attacks centered around people’s experience at the local business. The business really is a wonderful store. It’s been part of Pleasant Grove for generations. In a city of 46,000, this business and it’s owners have touched just about everyone in the community in some way or other. People recounted to me the wonderful experiences they had there. The helpful sales staff. The wonderful charity work that was done by the owners. And it was all true. In fact, I agreed with everything these people said.

But, without a trace of irony, they accused me of trying to influence other people’s shopping choices based on my own experience. Completely ignoring the fact that they were trying to influence other people’s shopping choices based on their own experience. A couple of people noticed it, but most found it completely unacceptable for me to attempt to influence them, but completely acceptable for them to try to influence me.

But, of course, I wasn’t. I didn’t suggest anyone stop shopping there. In fact, I encouraged people to continue to frequent the business. Several people suggested that because of my “hit job” on the business, it would generate a groundswell of support for them headed into the holiday season. I assured them that no one would be happier than me, if that turned out to be the case.

Ad hominem ad nausium

And ad hominem attack is one that is based on emotions, or “attacking the messenger.” And there were plenty of people more than willing to attempt to refute my article by attacking me and my skill as a writer. One person went to the trouble of researching my Twitter account.

You haven’t had a single tweet LIKED or RETWEETED in the past six months!

Yes, that’s correct. I am always surprised when someone RETWEETS one of my posts. Generally, it’s some geeky IT post that might get the odd RETWEET. But, Twitter is definitely the quietest of my social media accounts.

Another attempted to demean my reach or influence. They were sure that no one reads my blog and I’m simply “a legend in my own mind.”

Actually, in the 12 hours that this post has been up, it’s been read by people in the USA, UK, India, China, Brazil, Sourth Korea and Yeman. Considering the local nature of the topic, I’m kind of surprised it’s had the interenational reach it has. I’m pretty sure I know my readership better than you do.

By, by far, my favorite critcism was the person who accused me of specifically writing to generate a response.

You are just trying to get more people to follow you and read your blog!

Yes, I am. That’s actually how blogs work.

Most of the local people completely missed the message of the post, which was “It’s really easy to lose a long time customer.” Fortunately, people from outside my little town understood that message.

(Oh yeah, one more thing, apparently my signature block is clear evidence that I’m just trying to sell . . .something.)

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. 

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All Of A Sudden I Couldn’t Breathe

I was safe. . .wasn’t I?

I tried breathing techniques. . .but every breath came as a gasp.

It was a situation I’d been in literally hundreds of times before. . .but it was different this time. So very different, yesterday.

I once booked a trip for my mother and myself. I was living in Washington state not far from my mother. My brother and his wife had a new baby in Utah. We were headed down for the baby blessing.

Rodney, go ahead and book the tickets and I’ll pay you back.

We ended up in Row 28. My mother’s reaction was curious. It can best be described as quiet terror.

That’s the closest you could get?

What do you mean?

There wasn’t anything closer to the front of the plane?

Not really. It’s a pretty crowded flight. Are you okay?

It will be fine.

It wasn’t fine. Somewhere in the years since I’d left home, my mother had developed a phobia. The prospect of being at the back of an airplane was terrifying to her. We took the flight and while she was tense, it was the end that really surprised me. As soon as the plane pulled up to the gate, she literally sprinted up the aisle.

It scared me a little. Was that a fate in store for me?

I travel a lot. I’ve always travelled a lot. This week I’m in Lexington, KY to migrate our call center to a new networking platform. I travelled yesterday. My flight didn’t leave Salt Lake City until 8:30AM. But, it was on a Sunday. My return is scheduled for Saturday. Salt Lake has a reasonable light rail/heavy rail system that links my home in Utah county with the airport 40 miles away. I like taking the train. After a trip, it’s nice to not have to fight traffic. But, the trains don’t run on Sunday. My choices were drive myself to the airport or take a shuttle. (No, I didn’t consider an Uber. . .because I’m old and apparently like living 20 years in the past.)

If I drove, I needed to leave at 6:30AM. The only shuttle available had a pickup time of 5:00AM. Again, because I’m not smart enough to find other alternatives, I opted for the shuttle. I’ll just go to bed early, right? Wrong.

Our client did maintenance on Saturday night. The maintenance started at 11:30PM and went until 1:00AM. I got about 3 hours of sleep. I think that might have contributed. My company has a policy for business expenses, of course. In their case, I can expense food on a travel day, but not if the place I bought it from is in Salt Lake City. So, if I bought breakfast at the airport, I’d have to foot the bill.

I suppose I could have had something at home before I left, and in hindsight that would have been a great idea. Instead, I opted to fast until I got to Atlanta. So, I’m tired and I’m hungry and I’m in seat 43C. A long way from the front of the plane.

When I was a young man of 24, I attempted to join the Army. My plan was to join the ROTC and the National Guard. It was a way to pay for school and also serve in the military. I failed the physical. It was probably my own fault. The day of the test, I got up at 4:00AM to be at the recruiting center at 5:00AM. Again, too little sleep and no food. I passed out and had a seizure. First and only time that ever happened. In my defense, they did give me a nasty hematoma when they took my blood, and that contributed. An army doctor met with me where I admitted that I don’t do well with needles and blood. (A result of some tramatic hospital exeriences when I was young.)

We’re not sure anyone explained to you what a soldier does, son.

We weren’t at war, and that was the end of my army career.

I didn’t pass out yesterday, but in the middle of my panic attack, I considered that it was probably not a great idea to fast on too little sleep. Because that’s what it was: a full blown panic attack sitting on the airplane waiting to take off. At least it had all the hallmarks of the beginning of one.

About six months ago I went in for an MRI. Ever had an MRI? They load you into a tiny space and take pictures with magnets. I’m fine with small spaces. . .or I used to be. As they started to slide me in I stopped the tech.

Whoa, whoa. Hand on just a minute.

Is there a problem?

I’m not claustrophobic, but what if I was? What would be my options?

Well, you can go get a prescription for Valium. We’ll reschedule the test and you will definitely not be able to drive home afterward. Or, we could put a washcloth over your face to prevent you from opening your eyes.

(Who thought THAT was a good idea?)

I think I just need to know that I could get out if needed. If your machine breaks can I get myself out of that tube?

Ha, ha. I’m the same way. Yes. If you choose to, you could climb out the top of the tube.

Okay, I’m good. Let’s go.

I just remembered to breathe. It was fine. Yesterday wasn’t fine and it was getting worse as the plane took off. I tried drinking some water. I had forgotten to stock snacks in my carry-on, so I was till hungry. Finally, the trolley cart came by with overpriced sandwiches.

Yes, I’ll take a turkey sandwich, please.

That’ll be $9.

(Technically, we were not in Salt Lake anymore. Best I could estimate we were somewhere over Nebraska. I also popped two Benedryle.

The episode passed. But, the impression it left was terrifying. I have a coworker who refuses to fly. Even a train is terrifying for him if there’s a long tunnel. I suddenly had a lot more sympathy for him.

Lessons learned:

  • Get enough rest the night before a flight
  • Don’t fly hungry
  • Identify the exits and mentally count the rows between my seat and the exit row
  • Distract myself so I don’t think about the number of people between me and the front of the plane
  • Maybe get a prescription for Valium

Apparently I am definitely my mother’s son.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. 

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Is It REALLY That Important To Give 2 Weeks Notice?

You want to leave. Maybe you feel like they want you to leave. Let’s not drag out the inevitable, right? I mean that other job is sitting there waiting and they wanted you to start yesterday. And you’d rather be over there anyway. What difference will two weeks make? You wouldn’t drag out a breakup with your girlfriend. Just make a clean break.

Don’t do it.

If the choice is yours, you owe it to yourself to at least offer the two weeks notice. It’s important. Even if they tell you “Let’s make today your last day,” you will be remembered for making the offer.

My kids didn’t care. They saw zero value in telling the really mean manager at Wendy’s that they would work for another two weeks. They had taken my advice and not quit their job before finding another job. The new job was wonderful (Just like the old job at been.) They were going to carpool with friends who also worked there. It was going to be awesome. And the old job was terrible. The people were rude.

Do I HAVE to give two weeks notice?

No, it’s up to you and there’s no law about it. But, you should.

But, why? I’m never going to work at Wendy’s again.

Do you remember Labor Day weekend?

Yeah.

Do you remember that you had to go in and work even though you’d requested the day off?

Yes. It sucked. That’s the kind of stuff I want to avoid!

Do you remember WHY you had to go in on your day off?

Yes, that loser Jason didn’t bother to show up and we were slammed with a rush. . .Oh. . .

Even if you never want to work at a particular company ever again, it’s still worth it to finish out your final two weeks. If you don’t do it for your bosses, do it for your coworkers.

But, what about when you get into corporate jobs? Still important?

Okay, it was a company layoff, not me attempting to quit, but it fit into the category. WordPerfect was downsizing. They were willing to take volunteers. Microsoft had just made me an offer. It was perfect timing. For people who took the severance package, we were allowed to pick our last day in a two week window. Most people naturally picked the last possible day. I mean, those last two weeks are not going to be very productive, and they didn’t already have a job, so why not keep pulling down a paycheck for a few more days?

Except, I had a job. I told my boss I was taking the layoff package.

Oh? We weren’t planning to lay off anyone in your department. . .I mean, everything is. . .um. . .potentially. . .on the list. When do you want your last day to be?

A week from Friday like everybody I guess.

Where are you headed?

Microsoft.

At the time, WordPerfect was bleeding like a losing gunfighter. And Microsoft was holding the smoking gun. I wasn’t anyone important. i was support operator, “Thank you for calling WordPerfect support, how may I assist you today?” I was not anyone strategic.

Here’s the other half of the two week notice. When you give your two weeks AND you announce you are going to a competitor, the gracious thing to do, the SAFE thing to do, is for a smart company to say, “Let’s make today your last day.”

They weren’t smart. Day after day I came in and sat around as WordPerfect tried to figure out how to lay me off knowing I was going to their biggest competitor. As it turned out, they wrote some mean-spirited letter threatening to sue me and the Evil Empire in Redmond if I went to work for them in less than the mandatory six month non-compete. This is probably only one indication of the problems that ultimately forced WordPerfect out of business.

If you’re the company and an employee wants to leave but offers to stay for two weeks, show them the door. Makes it easier for everyone.

This week I had someone leave abruptly. It nearly resulted in me having to cancel, or at least postpone a huge piece of my project. Nice guy, but a little warning next time.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. 

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And For My Second Job

It’s been a busy week for me. I have my team in Salt Lake from all around the country. the client has flown in. We all have a role to polar, but this is my project and I’m involved in a hundred different tasks and emails and even team dinner. Not that I had to plan it, but that I had to be involved. Yeah, it was busy.

So, why was I hanging off my roof last night at nearly midnight?

Because I have two jobs and the second one wouldn’t wait. Dinner wrapped up around 7:30 in Salt Lake City. Then, I gave a coworker a lift home. Then I had to do the brakes on the car my daughter drives. Then, I had to finish putting Christmas lights on my house. Then, I had to record a new intro for our Christmas light display. All of that needed to happen yesterday, after my normal job and then dinner.

Some readers have accused me of hyperbole at times; of making a mountain out of a proverbial mole hill. Did I really have to do all of that yesterday, or was I being overly dramatic?

The brakes had to e done because the car registration runs out at the end of November. I had to get the brakes done so my lovely wife could take the car today and get it inspected, so that my daughter wouldn’t be driving on expired tags.

(Pay someone to install them for me? Why would I pay someone? I swear sometimes it’s like I don’t even know you.)

Okay, so maybe the car was critical, but did I really have to put up the lights yesterday?

Yes. My neighbor and I have coordinated our Christmas lights and he set them to music. The show opens on December 1, tomorrow. But, he’s going to be busy Friday and Saturday. And I’m leaving on Sunday for a week. If I didn’t finish them know and give him a chance to test them, it would be an extra week.

The voice recording is a similar story. The light show starts off with me reading a short script. We have a version. . .it says, “2016 Light Show.”

I’m really not complaining. These are the very definition of 1st World problems. But, that doesn’t change the clock and squeeze more hours into the day.

Working two jobs is rough.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. 

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How to Concentrate and Foc. . .Oh, Look, DAISIES!

It was not turning out to be a very productive day. We were in a week long implementation rollout for our big project. It was only the second day, but we were way ahead of schedule. In fact, we had finished the first two days worth of work by noon on Monday, the first day. Our support teams wouldn’t be ready for our Wednesday tasks until, well, Wednesday. So, Tuesday was a down day. We followed up on a few outstanding issues from Monday, but mostly it was a time to be productive on other things.

Except I wasn’t. I hadn’t planned anything for Tuesday because I was planning to be busy with our rollout. So, I kind of bounced from meeting to meeting that really didn’t need my presence.

Rodney, did you need something?

No, I just wanted to stop by and see how it’s going . . .with whatever you guys are working on.

Not my best day.

I have Adult ADHD. That’s like childhood ADHD except that people expect you to be able to work through it and be productive. I recently watched a Ted Talk where someone described ADHD as watching 30 different TV channels at the same time. . .and someone else is holding the remote. It’s not Attention deficit. It’s heightened attention. And if I don’t have something to focus on, I start watching those different stations all at once.

My role, both on this particular project, and in my day-to-day tasks is to communicate. In a meeting yesterday someone asked a question. The person answered it, but they answered the wrong question.

Yes, but once that is in place, who long before it appears in the database?

Oh, okay, yeah. I think it’s nearly instantaneous, but I’ll check.

I was not being obnoxious. Both people agreed that I’d made the communication work better. It happens multiple times per day. I’ve gotten to where I don’t even think about it. I simply translate what the person meant to say for the other project team member. I’ve learned to “stay in my lane.” In other words, I do that translation thing for my project, but I don’t presume to interject into other people’s conversations or projects.

My boss is in town. We were talking about my role in meetings and I was explaining about the 30 ADHD channels.

I have an entire separate meeting going on in my head.

‘I wonder why he said that? I’ll bet he forgot about that other point. The view out these windows is really gorgeous. I wonder when their plane leaves on Friday. I need to follow up on my travel request for next week. Why would the new headsets be randomly failing? Where did the name plantronics come from anyway? Who would play each of us in the movie? I need to buy ice cream for the team.’

And about a thousand more random thoughts.

And I realized that ADHD is probably the reason I can do that translation thing, and write this blog. Readers have told me that they enjoy my ability to pick two different topics and weave them together. Like earlier this week when I talked about Johnny Cash, junk cars, Billy Joel and fleas in a WWII concentration camp. I also tend to jump from topic to topic without transitions. That’s ADHD. It’s watching those 30 channels and seeing patterns between them.

When you put engineers and marketing people into the same meeting, they speak different languages. But, if you are watching the Big Band Theory and the Super Bowl commercial, you can pull examples from both sources. There’s a downside, of course. ADHD people get bored easily. The meeting is humming along at a speed of about 35 MPH, meanwhile the jet fighter in my head has already circled the building twice and has buzzed out to the mountains and back.

And that was my problem with down time. I was like a pinball bouncing back and forth. Occasionally someone would ask me a question, and it was like someone threw a ball. ZOOOOM off like a shot to grab some info and bring it back, before wandering to the next meeting I wasn’t invited to.

Oh wait, this post was supposed to be about how to focus in those situations. Oh look, daisies!

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren.

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That’s NOT What That Word Means

VoIP: Voice over IP. A way to send phone calls over the internet using digital signals as opposed to analog phone lines

I’m working on a big project at work. In fact, I’ve been working on it for about 18 months. The project is to move our telephony infrastructure from our own PBX, or Public Business eXchange (essentially a telephone server) hosted in our own data center to a client controlled PBX hosted in a cloud environment. It’s a pretty big deal. We’ve had to learn some stuff as we go. It’s not bleeding-edge technology, but it’s close enough we are getting a little bit of a rash.

The project is finally wrapping up. We are moving our call centers over one by one to the new platform. We’re to the point that we feel confident in making commemorative shirts. We’re going to put the project name on them.

VOIP

Huh? Really, after a year and a half, we are going to create shirts that have the name of an internet telephony protocol on them. See, when the project was started, it was given the name VOIP. After months, it’s impossible to change it.

If you are a little fuzzy on VoIP, it’s basically interent based phones. If you work in an office, I can almost guarantee you have a VoIP phone on your desk. If you home phone service through your ISP, you have a VoIP phone. Names, especially IT project names tend to take on a life of their own. No where was this as obvious at it was at Microsoft.

I worked for Microsoft for nearly a decade. During part of that time I wrote training materials for Microsoft Exchange. We had several courses that we wrote for internal customer support engineers. We had the NTP, or New-to-Product course. We had courses around “The Client” or “The Server.” At one point I set out to write an advanced class. I wanted it to focus on reading network traces. Network traces are a record of how two computers talk to each other over a network. I didn’t have a good idea of the name when I started. I just called it “Advanced Topics.”

It was a horrible name. We taught our classes all over the world. As we started talking to our foreign affiliates about what we were working on, they all had the same question.

What is “Advanced Topics”? What does that even mean?

Ironically, it was a brilliant course. The best we had ever written. It consistently got amazing reviews. Especially the foreign affiliates loved the in depth discussion of how Exchange communicates over the network. I even got a ShipIt award. It says, “Exchange Advanced Topics” with the date. Yeah, great course. Terrible name.

At the beginning of a project, you are not thinking about what it will be called. Often the features are not completely worked out. You are typically looking for a reasonable title to distinguish your new project from the 101 other projects on your plate.

The worst example I’ve ever seen is the original project name for Microsoft Exchange server and the email client. Back then, (1996) it wasn’t Outlook. Exchange actually shipped with a separate email client. Outlook was part of the Microsoft Office suite. And if you are wondering why Microsoft would have two email clients, . .yeah, it was kind of confusing for us too. Anyway, the project team had two major projects: the Exchange server and the Exchange client. And in a bit of frat boy humor the Program Manager named them Beavis and Butthead.

In case you are not up on classic crass cartoons, Beavis and Butthead were two cartoon characters on MTV. Given teh Exchange team’s counter-culture personality, the names fit. As the project progressed, people would ask,

Have you loaded the latest version of Butthead?

I tried, but I’m still talking to an older version of Butthead. The new Beavis requires an updated API set.

It was all fun and games until the product got close to shipping. The name “Exchange” had not yet been chosen, and certainly not announced. IT journalists were invited to look at Microsoft’s newest email server. And then they wrote about. . .by name. The press at the time was filled with stories about Microsoft’s new product Beavis and Butthead.

Fortunately, for Microsoft, the internet wasn’t really a thing yet. In fact, there’s not really a record even today of the merry misadventures of Beavis and butthead, the Microsoft project. Shortly after Exchange shipped, Microsoft made two changes. First, future exchaneg version would be named after elements on teh periodic table, iridium, platinum, etc. Second, all project names, no matter how small the project had to go through Marketing sign-off.

I’m just sorry they never made project t-shirts for that first Exchange version.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. 

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