"The main television studios are on six," a new co-worker stated, "The editorial staff and content developers for the web site are here on four. You're actually sitting on five, in the overflow area, just for now. Actually, you're pretty lucky, cause it's a lot quieter there. Too much stuff happening here."
The overflow area on the fifth floor was full of people from assorted departments. The room was actually an old newsroom set where I sit in one of those cubicles one would see in the background. But it wasn't used for the news anymore. Anyhow, I started on my next assignment. I work at this company that hosts one of the Internet's number one Securities financial sites, and directly affiliated with one of the major television networks. The entire web site needs to be revamped from the bottom to the top. I work in the group that is responsible for laying down the infrastructure. Ten million hits a day they say. It needs to support ten million hits a day.
Wo. Yeah...I know...
Anyhow, everyone seemed young, vibrant, dynamic, and motivated. Everyone also seemed to work well together. At first glance, there seemed to be a tight knit where everyone plays off of each other's strengths. Healthy is the first word that pops into my mind. The second word is, is...er... driven.
This is a great environment, and I feel lucky. I have never worked in an environment like this before, and I have always wanted to. Yet, I feel naturally nervous. There was the absence of the common old-world corporate red tape and complacency. And although, red tape and complacency was not really my style, I guess I am used to having to cope with it. And now in that molasses-like obstacle's absence, it feels like a relief to be in a place that focuses more on work than on having to justify your actions. And ironically, this is just the thing that makes me feel nervous.
To think about it further, I guess I won't seem like such like a diamond in the rough--Maslow's superstar theory. That is what I am used to--and actually feed off of that to a degree. The way I figure it--as a consultant, anything less would just seem like not-a-good-thing. "Hello. My name is Peter Knight, your new consultant. Err...I don't mean to shake your confidence, but can you pass the red tape?"
Ah...oh well. Trudge, trudge.
The first couple of days went fine despite the fact that I thought my computer was a little slow. True story--at my last assignment, if I reported this, after a few days of hot pursuit, I would get a call back from someone asking for a manager's name, budget code number, only to find out that it would wind up in the big bit bucket a week later unless I wanted to start the process all over again. Here, I mentioned it to someone in passing and the next thing I know, like dominos, technical support is stuffing more memory in the PC, and an added bonus crisp brand-spanking-new 21-inch flat-panel display is sitting on my desk. The only thing missing was a red bow.
The remainder of the week was smoother. Unbeknownst to me, I pass lots of television financial icons in the hall. CEO's and corporate leaders make guest appearances. And sometimes, the unpredictable guests appear--I signed my name three spaces below the band members of Metallica in the Visitor's log my first day.
And finally, Friday arrived, and I breathed a sigh of relief. They seemed like they like my work. And, of course, I approved of theirs. Then, wouldn't you know it, I was asked to stand and make a small speech introducing myself...right in the middle of the staff meeting...in front of 150 curious people...in Geraldo Rivera's studio.
PS--Much more to write about...stayed tuned...Elizabeth and I get visitors from Colorado.
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