My boss went on vacation. For a *WEEK*.
He’s the head fireman around here. When stuff blows up, there’s a team of us that are on the front line and can handle about 90% of anything. That 10%, though, is the stuff where we need to call him in.
Luckily, this week was probably the *PERFECT* week for him to go on vacation. In years past, he picked the worst weeks. Like, he’d leave for the airport and, immediately, everything would break. We’d fix what we could, handle testers and users as we could, dealt with the intermittent problems as best we could, and kicked cans down the road until he got back when we said “you’re never allowed to go on vacation again”.
Well, this time, all of the stuff that broke waited until Tuesday to break, and it was stuff that had broken before and our accumulated knowledge, documented procedures, and troubleshooting skills were more than enough for the fires that broke out and, get this, we even closed a handful of persistent action items.
We’re still going to tell him that he’s never allowed to go on vacation again, of course. We’re just going to be joking this time.
Which means that it’s probably my turn for everything to catch fire the second I get on a plane to go somewhere.
Somewhere on vacation, anyway. They’re already making noises about whose turn it is to go to Doha. Which probably includes me.
As such, this weekend will be dedicated to not doing anything. Maribou even asked: “Hey, on Saturday, can we not do anything?” I was 100% down with what she was thinking.
We’ll have chores and errands, of course. Those are part of a delightful cadence of the week, though. It’s downright pleasant to do laundry and go to the PetSmart and Costco and a half dozen other little places and doubly so when you know that as soon as you’re done doing them, you don’t have to do anything.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)