Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Sleep Deprivation, Old School

While comparing old war stories at the office today, I recalled a few tales from my consulting days. I worked for the Firm when I was first dating SwingDaddy, and our days were crazy, 80-100 hours a week. We were all in our early twenties and no one had children or family, which made it possible to spend all our time at work. This was not without consequence, however.

One fellow woke up in his car, driving a hundred miles an hour on interstate 101.

Another day, I was attempting to walk through a doorway and I missed, hitting the wall so hard that I bounced and fell to the ground.

I remember Mother’s Day, after dinner at our desks on a Sunday night, I could hear each of my colleagues quietly making a phone call. “Hi Mom.”

I told the next story in the early days of this blog, but I’ll repeat it since few of you were reading my posts back then:

Our project manager would go to Costco weekly to stock the team snack cabinet, since food kept us at our desks longer.

Everyone had a favorite snack. The DBA loved Rice Krispy treats; the architects consumed buckets of Red Vines; animal crackers disappeared by the pound. My item on the shopping list was Martinelli's apple juice in little glass apple-shaped bottles.

One afternoon, Ms. Manager arrived with my case of apple juice in regular bottles. "This will not do!" I wailed. "They have to be apple-shaped bottles!"

I can't believe I actually said that to my boss. And even more, I can't believe that she didn’t fire me. She spluttered and apologized and promised that she'd "do better next time."

We were soooo tired and sleep deprived that management was afraid we'd all quit. The Firm bribed us with snacks; these days, the baby bribes me with cuteness. No fear of quitting here!

3 comments:

Mayberry said...

That sounds like a good name for a blog (or maybe a band): Apple Juice Diva.

Amber said...

I think the correct shape of bottle is a small price to pay in exchange for that kind of work.

I am doing it for the baby smiles these days, too. It's lucky for them we're biologically compelled to cheerfully care for them, no matter how inconsiderate they are.

Kimberly said...

Ha! Most people are asking for raises or more vacation time and all you want is apple-shaped bottles. She probably was relieved. :-)