I wrote last week that I’d started a new job. The intervening free-time between then and now has been something of a whirlwind.
And that this is a new venture for me, to be a Contractor. Having worked with and supervised Contractors before, often on some job-sites, they’d be “that guy”: belonging, but not really belonging.
Not so for me, with this new outfit. They value each employee, and are small enough to recognise the contributions that each of us makes. There is a warmth and a camaraderie to the workplace that is refreshing. We enjoy a firm competitive advantage with our products, and we all are working to keep it that way.
I have also seen the care, ownership, and personal responsibility that everyone takes with everything that goes out the door: I was looking over a gimbal in a calibration mount, and chatting briefly with the engineer.
“This one’s going flying tomorrow”, the engineer told me with great pride in his voice. He then released the gimbal from the mount and packed it into a case with all the care with which a father handles a newborn.
I recognized it: He was working in his gifts, with the God-given Tools of his Trade. And it was a marvelous thing to see.
I went back to my desk, back to the mild frustration I’ve been having. I’m working on a User’s Guide, and I’m having to do it in a workaround manner. I can see the time I’m wasting, and being a high-performance person, it bothers me. I like to deliver value for my salary dollar, and I can see the gap between where I am and where I could be. It’s because I don’t yet have the particular Tools of my Trade. I’m being held up by new Information Services systems; one day, my write access to my working folder quit. It. Just. Quit. Working. I have the very great fortune to be The Very First Guy through a large number of simultaneously-newly-online, brand-new systems; and from the amazingly intricate contortions of the the results, I accept that it’s now my duty to find all the hangups. All at once.
As I sat and wrote a first draft of this post last night, I could feel God’s hand upon my shoulder, saying, “You are exactly where I need you to be.”
I will comment in a rather more direct manner that I am Case Number One, in front of more than fifty others, all in the same situation.
So in the meantime…. It’s been two weeks, working with the equivalent of a hammer and a dull screwdriver, but I am getting work done. I’m ready to rock and roll, doing typesetting and document layout; but I do feel God’s hand on my shoulder, with a gentle reminder that his timing is always perfect.
And I want to acknowledge the great efforts of the IS folks to get all of this resolved. Once they get it ‘fixed’ for me, others will be zipped right through all these difficulties. It’ll be kind of like when you’re pulling a stubborn nail from a board: it resists you greatly in the beginning, then all of a sudden, it gets easier, then next thing you know, it’s out.
But it’s been trying in the interim. I’m just admitting it.
I pray the same prayer when I’m impatient: “Lord, you obviously have a lesson for me to learn here. Let me learn this lesson quickly and deeply. Let me bring your wisdom into the core of me. Let me go forward with the change that this wisdom brings. And Lord, please… can it happen soon?”