The primary reason I got into a career in computers was to sit at a desk all day and rely on email as my default means of communication. Imagine my surprise this past weekend when I spent 12 hours on Saturday and an additional 12 hours on Sunday carting computer equipment punctuated with running and patching cables and telephone lines. I work for a company that moved to a new building this weekend.
When I arrived home on Sunday at 11pm, I was hobbled through the doorway to the sympathetic (but still highly amused) laughter of my wife. She subdued her chuckling just long enough to give my legs a much needed rub down and make me a late dinner. (Poof! You’re a late dinner.)
I closed me eyes that night with the comfort that tomorrow morning would be relatively painless as our entire organization hit the ground running with little to no interruption from the move…
Only now, on Thursday, four days later have we settled into any kind of equilibrium. I truly believe some of my coworkers really were able to come in Monday and start doing productive work. None of those people were in IT.
I’d be lying if I said the compensation for all this hard work isn’t a little cool. I would have been satisfied getting paid time-and-a-half. I’m even happier, though, with what actually came to pass. For each hour I worked over the weekend, I earned 1.5 hours of vacation time. That means I added just shy of a week to my bank of time off. I’m certainly not anxious to do it again anytime soon, but a week of vacation is really a nine day weekend.
Maybe everyone else would rather have the extra pay. Feel free to hit the comments and speak your peace.