Tuesday, August 9, 2022

“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 884 (Tuesday) – controlled chaos

A van for a heating and cooling company was parked across the street from the front door of the work building where I spend quality awake time. One of our Facilities team members was over near the vehicle, tipping me off that the van was there working on the case of the sweltering office suite. This was a promising sight after the recent days of no office A/C on our floor. I was at the office early to print a schedule needed for the morning and once off the elevator on the top floor, felt the refreshing coolness and comfort of the functioning air conditioning. It swept over me like the breezy effect used in a York Peppermint Patty commercial and it was good.

Over the past several weeks, I had been chasing down a list of bankers for a photo session which was originally set up for our suite where we have the necessary ceiling height and running floor space for the photographer to set up lighting and a backdrop. After realizing that a lot of the photo subjects either live or work in a neighboring state, a second photo date and location were set up (twice the fun!).

Because I had gotten a little too comfortable and crossed it off the work list, fate intervened to kick me in the ovaries.

With the sultry 90-degree tropical office climate on Monday (and to a slightly lesser degree Thursday and Friday before that), and no known timeline for repairs, the Tuesday photos had to be moved to a different location. That took most of Monday morning to accomplish.

After several hours, countless emails, Outlook calendar quirks, one phone call, several Teams messages, and one massive headache, the location was resolved and updated meeting invitations sent. Much of the delay was because the minimum Outlook calendar meeting time is 30 minutes, but the individual photo shoot times are 15 minutes. Setting meetings at 15-minute intervals causes a time overlap which caused the conference room location feature to decline most of them due to meeting conflicts. This wasn’t an issue with the original invites which didn’t require a conference room reservation.

In the end, a single meeting reservation held the room for four hours under my name and the many individual invitations were updated for a second time with a description of where to go in the location field and bypassing the room reservation. I may have loudly told the Outlook Room Locator where to go a couple times. It was ok, I was working remote due to the office heat situation.

Professional photographer making
magic in the substitute location.
In all, it took time over the course of nine or ten work days to schedule the sessions. There was the initial compiling of the list of bankers needing photos (with info from multiple sources), sending the initial emails and potential dates to try to find a date that worked for the largest number of bankers and especially a couple key folks for whom photos are needed for urgent marketing materials (during vacation season), chasing bankers who didn’t respond to the initial emails and who also did not have out of office responses on their emails (herding cats), setting the schedules for both sites and dates, and then changing the site for one of the dates just 24 hours out. So, yeah. Good times.

Today’s photo sessions ran like a dream, which has as much to do with the professionalism and demeanor of the photographer as anything else.

I offer this riveting recap of the process as an explanation (lame-ass excuse?) to anyone in my sphere (path of destruction) who may have wondered why I’ve been extra, extra, extraordinarily grumpy and stormy for the past few weeks. It’s not the recent hell-heat as much as the exhaustion from the chasing and herding and juggling and scheduling. Layer in the near constant brush fires and “challenges” (fancy word for problems) with a major vendor’s annoying and quirky system, paper shortages at the print vendors (supply chain), delays in receiving info and botched internal timelines, and efforts to control the chaos, and we have the makings of quite possibly the most “exciting” summer ever. No, really. It’s a ball. A real hootenanny. Yee-ha!

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