Saturday, June 18, 2005
It's All About the Singing Bass
Moving is frequently a difficult and stressful process; you're in between, having made an irrevokable step out of your familiar and comfortable space, but not yet really settled in to your new space. There are boxes everywhere you look, you can't find anything when you need it, the environment is still anonymous white walls...it's unsettling, in every sense.
In my experience, moving a business is kind of like that, but with a measure of naked terror tossed in to the mix. The last time I was involved with moving a company it was (thankfully) as a monkey: rack the switch, patch everything in, connect the monitor to the PC, insert tab A into slot B...that kind of thing. During that move I had the joy of sitting around at midnight, listening to arguments about who was supposed to have printed out the new network architecture docs, whether it was the network guy or the server guy who should deal with a machine that no one could ping, and who should open up and rummage through the twenty unlabled boxes to find the switches that we needed. I was paid by the hour. That was pretty cool.
So anyway, not to have too subtle a transition, but we -- Return Path -- moved one of our offices yesterday. At 2PM we shut down the old office network, at 4:30 everything was loaded on to a truck, and at 5:30 our stuff started coming up the freight elevator at the new space.
At 7:00 the arguments started.
We argued about whether we should redo the patch cables so that they were color-coded by user function rather than port number. We argued about who should go out on a beer run. We argued about whose fault it was that the godawful singing bass from the old office had accidentally gotten moved to the new office. Important technological questions, all.
Now, there will probably be some small fires to fight Monday morning, and there are still a couple of items on the "it should really be done this way rather than how we did it" list, but...well, it's the same thing that I write every time that anything big happens with the company: I work with really good people.
I'll also take a moment to emphasize my own critically important role as "guy who worries about things and ends up going on the beer and/or coffee runs," since I know that people who are responsible for my continued employment read this. This is a blog, after all -- when push comes to shove, it's all about me.
Thank you, and good night.