Monday, 20 November 2006

Dungeons and Dragons

I'm about to go through a change at work.
Due to some unavoidable personnel issues, I'm to be removed from all the things I have been doing so far at my new (well, 8 months long) job. In two weeks time I will be leaving my ivory tower on the 27th floor to dedicate my time solely to a project taking place on the 16th floor.
So far it doesn't sound bad, but the catch is in the floors. All the IT team, barring a few people that work on specific projects, are on the 27th floor. The building's elevators are separated: one group does floors 7 to 17, the other does 17 to 27. The implication is that by moving to the 16th floor not only am I not going to see much of all the people I've worked with so far, I'm not going to even bump into them from time to time.
Effectively, I'm going to be starting a new job at a new place when I don't really want to. Effectively, I've been cast off to the dungeon.
The problems don't end there. I don't know much about this project I'm supposed to be working on; in fact, tomorrow I'll have my very first induction meeting to discuss what the project is all about. However, when I talk to people about this move and I tell them that I'm moving to this project, they all react as if I'm effectively going to die; this project has the reputation of those never ending projects that have been doomed from the word go. You know, your average big IT project.
So it seems as if that dungeon I'm about to be cast into is full of dragons, too.
I think what bothers me the most about this move is the fact that I'm about to be torn away from my familiar surroundings: the people I know, the desk I sit in. This change is bringing in a lot of important questions with it: Will I be able to surf the web as much as I do now? Will I still be able to listen to music most of the time?
And then there's the issue of work itself. I have to say that since I've started in my current job I hardly ever got to do anything that even begun to start challenging me, professionally speaking. Things are so bad that I'm effectively shutting my brain at work, with the only stimulation provided by my MP3 player. And when, from time to time, I actually need to use my head, getting it warmed up proves to be such a hard job that I tend to fail, miserably. And to be fair, lately I've had so many things in my personal life that work was even at a lower priority than normal. The icing on the cake is that the first thing I'm going to be doing on this new project is writing test plans - boredom delight.
So, to cut a not so long story short, it looks like I'm going to have to face some dragons soon. It's quite obvious that most of them are going to be in my head; it's amazing how much I depend on rituals to keep me going and how much I'm afraid of changes. Yes, I know all about this "who moved my cheese" shit; it's just that I don't see much of a reason for making an effort.
It's only work. And yes, I'm as motivated as hell.

In case you're wondering about the photo, it's my team from work. I blurred it because I'm not so sure they'd like to have their photo published. Usually I don't care about such things, but when it comes to work - I have to.
With all the above complaining, I have to say that my team and everyone I know at work has been really supportive throughout everything that has been going on with me lately; and my manager seems like a truly nice guy. It's the type of thing you don't really appreciate until you land on some bad company; problem there is that the bad companies are, by far, the majority. Good bosses are worth their weight in gold.


Anthony said...

Have you a Delorean time machine, a la Back To The Future? That picture looks like one of Marty McFly's fading photographs!

Moshe Reuveni said...

Well, I think the story is a story about someone who is fading away at work, but I can assure you this particular effect was achieved using Picasa. No time travel was used in the making of this blog.