Sometimes the Right Thing Really Does Happen at the Right Time
My wife Sara, (who rocks) is the project manager of a couple of high dollar high visibility projects. She knows a great deal about how Project Management gets done at the "G", and is a pretty good IT generalist. These projects require lots of specialist who know a great deal about their specialities that she doesn't know, nor really needs to know. The PM doesn't do it, the PM gets it done.
The problems is that often geeks often look down on people less geekier than themselves. In the wireless project she is the least technical person in the group so she sometimes feels out of her league because occasionally the network guys have to explain something to her in small words. They probably don't think any less of her, but she feels like they might.
Today she was in a lunch meeting with these high level big money network gurus. Right in the middle of this meeting she discovers a rogue access point on campus and casually reports it to proper authorities who happened to be sitting to her left at the table.
Technically this was no great feat. Her tablet is wireless and it is always looking for connections. But noticing the rogue point before the table full of high level big money network gurus was priceless.
I love it when the right thing happens in the right place at the right time. I especially love it when it happens to Sara.
Comments
A couple of things...
First of all, thanks for the comment on my Conundrum post. Who doesn't love comments? It's good to know others out there struggle with the empty screen. Speaking of which, I'm sitting on empty now. Can ya spare a brother a blog-topic? Probably not...
I've surfed your blog on occasion and have always meant to add you to my blogroll. Today I finally did. A certified document requiring your signature should soon arrive in your mailbox. Please print legibly.
By nature I'm not all that social. My job requires intense interaction with the excitable citizenry and edgy colleagues. When I get home, I like nothing more to brew a pot of coffee and savor my own company. I might feel differently were it not for the internet, but these marvelous machines on our desktops make marginal friendships so delightfully compartmentalized for gregarious loners such as myself. Where am I going woth all this? Who knows - maybe it's just my way of saying glad to meet ya.
One last item. I simply love that picture of you on your blog. Maybe it's the beard, the tie, or the hair, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps its the sardonic trace of expression on your face that radiates a weird kind of threatening warmth. You wear it well.
Posted by: Lenslinger | April 8, 2005 7:01 PM