Day 43: A Tired Friday

We had a server go poof at job #1.

I am a Senior Support Technician / Service Lead for Layton Flower Technologies.

We rock.

We service small to medium businesses as a Managed Service Provider. This particular customer called in to inform us that nobody could get on to the server. Turned out to be a catastrophic filesystem meltdown.

Wednesday: 8AM – 2AM (Thursday)

Thursday: 8:30AM – 5 PM (on-site with customer)

Friday: 8:30AM – 3 PM (on-site with customer)

I got to the restaurant last night. I felt slow. I parked slow. I got out slow. I went inside slow.

It was hopping. The shift manager was busy. I had to wait to get started. I crossed my arms and leaned against a wall.

“Why are you just standing there like that?” one of the gals said.

“I have to wait for the shift manager to get started,” I said. I can imagine I looked tired. Felt like I had bags under my eyes big enough for $200 in groceries. They were drooping low enough. If I didn’t use them for groceries, maybe I could add a fun dimension to my grease-sliding.

The manager got my drawer open and I hit the streets. One of the first deliveries had specific instructions to enter the porch to knock. I did so. A short, plump, middle-aged Hispanic lady answered the door.

She yelled up the stairs in Spanish.

“Jill, your food is here!” she said.

“And it’s delicious!” I yelled afterward. She laughed. She went back to her novela.

A cat came down before the customer. I expected this lady’s daughter to come down to pay for it. The gal that came down was not Hispanic at all. Didn’t even look related. As I write, I’m still curious. Why was she in this lady’s house? Was she a tenant? A caretaker?

“I’m really sorry,” she said, “but all I have are seventeen $1 bills.”

“Oh, that’s no problem! Works out, actually,” I said. I pulled out the food.

“And $4 in change. But one is a cool gold dollar coin,” she explained. We traded.

“Ok, let me just count it to make sure we’re covered,” I said. I counted the ones. We were good. She handed me the change.

“You must be in foodservice, too, if you have so many ones,” I said. I was distracted by the counting. She didn’t answer right away. Then she kind of chuckled.

“Yeah,” she said. Her voice trailed off.

Ok, maybe not food service.

I thanked her for the tip and headed out.

Later that night, I delivered to a neat building on 10^th and Leavenworth. It was the first time someone keyed me in. They are all locked at the entrance unless a tenant pushes a button. He pushed the button. Sweet looking elevators. Awesome hallways. It was classy.

That gentleman complemented me on my clipboard. He’d never seen it before. I told him that when I first started, I decided I didn’t want people signing on a box.

I forgot a piece of the meal. I ran back, picked it up, and dropped it back off.

I was so tired. I still am tired. Time to keep going though. I came out $59 closer to being debt free. DEBT F-R-E-E. Always staying:

ROE INTENSE