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big boring meeting
Friday, September 22 2000
Say what you want to about my tactics, but the little fit I threw yesterday demanding administrative access to my workplace workstation ultimately paid off. This morning word came down from the oily CTO himself that I would be allowed to administer my own machine.
The more I look at the purely bureaucratic decision to rescind my privileges, the less sense it makes. This morning I discovered that I couldn't even set up DSNs on my machine without admin access. This meant that I couldn't access any databases until I had someone from Information Systems come to my desk and configure each connection as needed. Such requests, in the face of a massive influx of new employees, would surely take a long time to be fulfilled.
All this bureaucratic turbulence leaves me terribly confused about my place in the company and even my reason for being there. Just two days ago, the Director of Product Development had a one on one meeting with me to offer me the position as Development Lead for the British version of the website. Then, the very next day, administrative access to my own machine was rescinded. Now today it's reinstated, but the damage to my opinion of my workplace is going to take some time to heal.
In the afternoon the entire tech group was expected to report to the Double Tree Hotel in downtown Santa Monica to learn the details of a reorganization being initiated by our new CTO, the one who mercifully approved the restoration of my ability to administer my own workstation earlier today. It was a long boring meeting spanning three endless hours (I almost nodded off at one point), but at least the CTO kept things amusing by interspersing his PowerPoint presentation with wacky pictures of his dog, Michæl Bolton, and various other random musicians. The CTO guy is sort of growing on me. At first he seemed like the sort who would gladly stab someone in the back if it meant the slightest benefit. But he seems a little more nuanced than that now. Still, I don't know that I'm really interested enough to want to know him any better than I do now that I've watched him give a three hour presentation across a crowded hotel room.
It was another uninteresting Friday evening. Fernando came over to try to get John and me to join him for an excursion to a sports bar, but we were too tired. Besides, neither John nor I want to become the sort of guys who go to sports bars on a Friday night.
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