Timeline (cont.)
03:30 AM Sent home to sleep
04:15 AM Arrive home
04:30 AM Fall Asleep
05:45 AM Paged to return to work
05:15 PM Left work
10:00 PM Went to sleep

Total hours worked over 2 days: 30
Total hours slept: 1

Timeline: Bigger picture
I am always amazed that not a soul gives a rats ass about my job, until the shit hits the fan. Then for 2 days people come out of the woodwork to admire my ability to wash splattered shit off of the walls.

I like washing the Walls. I like cleaning up messes and solving problems. I like the Pulp Fiction Wolfe character that comes in, dispenses with the bullshit, and cleans up the mess.

“If I’m curt with you, it’s because time is a factor. I think fast. I talk fast. And, I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car.”

In the middle of the whole thing, when I had 5 minutes to think, I thought, man there are 20 people looking to me for info on 14,000 machines. I’m calling shots that are above my rank. And people are deferring. I can’t take all of the credit at all, but this shitstorm will end, in major part, due to my efforts.

As this happens every 3-6 months, I know that in two days, no one will remember. I’ll still be working in a basement. I will probably never make Senior Wolf, Assistant Vice Wolf, or Vice Wolf no matter what I do. That seems to be the fact that I am now to either face or brush under the rug, spending another 5 years innovating and solving for a series of passovers and 2% raises.

If anyone is looking for a hands-off employee who planned and runs a very, very successful virus program for 14,000 with multiple domestic and international sites, please contact me. In lieu of a modicum of respect, the only thing that is required is decent increases and periodic advancement. Or if you just want to open a bikini car wash, I’m open to that, too.

I am now tired. Officially.

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