Morning all, ready for the morning prompt. I know I can uses something to clear away the mental fog. So let’s get started. Timers set for fifteen minutes and off we go.
Not where I thought this was going to go…
Thursday, November 7th: The migration had begun.
The migration had begun and it was all hands on deck. The transfer from one platform to a completely different one had been billed as an easy to do switch. We were told that it was just a drag and drop procedure.
I wasn’t entirely sure if it was what my boss had been told or what he believed. His favorite move on any computer involved copying and pasting. If he could get away with typing a few words like, read this or see below then he was all for it. He scrolled, he swiped, he copied and pasted. I knew that no matter what else he had been told, that was how he viewed the migration of the platforms.
I just wanted to know if the parent company lied to him about the transfer.
The migration was anything but smooth and it took up everyone’s time and energy. There was nothing but the migration going on. Code had to be rewritten, and entire systems rerouted. The categories were entirely different so not only did the meta data have to be adjusted but there was a mass reorganization as entire sections of our previous databases had no new home to migrate too. Or at least no obvious one.
Everyone was tired and cross and my boss was becoming concerned that the migration was out focus. He had other plans. He had other things he wanted us to focus on. Unfortunately all of them required that the migration be complete before they went into effect.
He was not taking the slower than expected process well.
I glanced up from my computer screen to see Stacy, my boss, Mr. Kraven’s assistant, sitting stone faced at the desk, her spine looking like it was welded to a steel pole. Behind her was the glass walled office where Mr. Kraven lived during office hours. He had blinds he could pull if he didn’t want to be observed but he liked being he big man in the giant fishbowl. He liked looking out over our sea of cubicles located on the floor a few steps below his office and he liked the fact that we could see him.
At the moment he was pacing back and forth and ranting into his cell phone. We could all hear the Wah Wah Wah sounds of his voice even if we couldn’t make out the words. I knew Stacy could make out the words though and that was more than likely the reason for her stiffness. When Mr. Kraven was in a move she often behaved as though he was a bird of pray and she a mouse. As long as she didn’t move, he couldn’t see her.
Oddly enough it seemed to work.
If she was sitting this stiffly now, then things were bad. It was barely nine in the morning and usually it took until after lunch for Kraven to build up a full head of steam. I heard the sound of a chair being rolled back anc glanced over. Steve had pushed away from his desk for a momentary stretch. He looked towards the fishbowl.
“Dan told him that we couldn’t move forward on the Stevenson Account until the system was up and running about an hour ago. He was pushing for an end of the workday Friday Deadline.”
I shook my head. This was the third account this week Kraven wanted complete by Friday and the third time he had been told no. “Explains the outrage,” I said.
Ten til Midnight 