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By: Paul S Cilwa |
Posted: 2/24/2010 |
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Page Views: 6,998 |
| Hashtags: #Toyota #Autobiography |
| In which I show off my place of employment. |
| Estimated reading time: 4 minute(s) (799 words) |
The desk I moved to was formerly occupied by a co-worker, Dempsey, who has
moved on. His replacement took a different desk, leaving Dempsey's available to
me. I like it better because it isn't in the main flow of traffic like my old
desk was. Now I won't have a constant stream of people walking behind me, making
my caveman reflexes tense in case one of them happens to be a saber-tooth tiger.
You may note in the photo above that I have two computers. I
run a number of programs at the same time and have to monitor them
visually as they go. The two PCs make that job a lot easier. It also
makes it possible for me to run applications on one computer while I
develop new ones on the other. (Testing a new program can make a
computer crash which would crash any other programs running on it at
the same time.)
What my programs do is interact with the legacy mainframe
system that maintains collection accounts. Typically a program will
add a note to all accounts meeting a certain criteria. Mainframe
programs can take months to write and test; I can create an
equivalent program in a few minutes. So it becomes cost effective as
well as timely to get me, instead of the mainframe programmers, to
do that kind of job, even for just a few hundred accounts.
There's a bookshelf and in years past, I always had to keep a
dozen or more technical books at work. But now all that information
is more easily available on the Web. So, no books!
Near me are people taking phone calls from customers. That isn't
conducive to concentrating on my work, so I have headphones through
which I can play music while I work. (Plugged into a computer, of
course!)
The way the building is arranged, everyone can see a window.
Having been in a wide variety of environments—the worst was probably
about 20 years ago, when I had a short contract at a hospital where
my office was in the basement next to the morgue—this is one of the
best.
The only downside is the distance of the rest room from my desk.
It's about 7 miles, or feels that way when I've put off going
because I was so into getting the next step on a new program
written.
I've said before, you can also judge the stress level of a
company by the number of smokers gathered outside the door. Here,
there's a hidden "smoking oasis" away from the building but still,
there's hardly anyone ever there.
I've been very lucky in my career to have had a succession of
outstanding people as bosses. That pattern has continued here, and
my boss, Jack, is also a friend. My immediate co-workers are also
pals, so coming to work includes a social element as well as a
financial one.
On the topic of the automobile recalls (which doesn't directly
impact anything I do), we were informed of them at the beginning. My
personal feeling is that Toyota has behaved admirably in initiating
such a massive recall for problems that have actually occurred in
such a vanishingly small percentage of vehicles. (You can find
current details on the recalls at
http://www.toyota.com/recall.)
As a consultant, it isn't necessary for me to like or admire the
company at which I consult.
But it makes the job a lot more pleasant when I do. And this is
a pleasant job.
Update
A few days after the above post appeared, I was summoned to HR
and told to take the post down. Even though it was a complimentary
post, Toyota wants complete control over every word appearing on the
Internet about it. So I took it down, but am adding this update so I
remember why.
Update 2
In January, 2011, I came down with Necrotizing Fasciitis, also
known as the "flesh-eating bacteria". I was
hospitalized for
three months, and was assured that my job would be "saved" for me.
However, when I got out of the hospital, on my first full-time week
back at work, I was fired with no explanation or warning. And this
despite my previous job performance review, which said I was one of
the most valuable employees they had. So, fuck 'em. The page is back up.