What Colour is My Parachute or…. Do I have ADD?
I found a document today that says the typical noise level for a quiet office or library is 40 dBA. I tested this figure against the actual value in my office. The mean value in the office was 36.4 dBA which gives you an idea of what it’s like on a daily basis, this absence of noise leaves me alone with the thoughts that rattle around in my head. I’m sure that those of you that know me are thinking they are cynical, overly critical ones and ones about the geeks I’m surrounded by that make me laugh. In truth it’s probably best that conversation isn’t common here; I referred to myself as a retard yesterday which resulted in a few shocked expressions, the only person I can speak to normally here is the ex-Garrison Engineer that has just turned up on the project management team.
Anyway the thoughts that I’m left with have been fairly neutral as I watch me excel spreadsheet countdown the days until a return to normality. Fine ladies and gentlemen of the Royal Engineers are not designed to sit in an office environment like this but those of us on Phase 3 are doing our best to conform. For me this has involved writing 2 reports longer than TMRs, doing design and cat 2 checks. I usually have a number of things hanging around that need picking up and dropping at random whilst waiting for someone else to do something with it. What I have found is that things hang around for a really long time and then suddenly reach the top of someone else’s to do list before the deadline, kind of like trotting along with the fat blokes on a PFA only to realise you’ve got 15 seconds to cover the final 100 metres, or a reverse hurry up and wait arrangement. This REALLY doesn’t suit me, throughout our time in industry it’s natural to consider whether you would want this job, or someone else’s job, and could spend the remainder of your working life doing it, often my answer has been no. I found myself getting a little bored of site although the human capacity for stupidity kept that fresh but now I’m bored beyond belief (even more bored than TELIC when we’d eat huge amounts of sweaty cheese just before bed just to make our dreams interesting). There is a variety of project work to do but it all goes so slowly I find it hard to be stimulated after the initial reading in and then reaching the first obstacle where I’m completely reliant on other depts to move it along. Continually reviewing the same thing over and over with different partial factors is purgatory.
Why is this?
Has a career characterised by office firefighting, exercise planning where I was mostly solely responsible for output and the BGHQ 24 hour planning cycles of CAST and BATUS left me permanently scarred and unable to concentrate on anything longer than a few days? Have I been condemned to trying to find the employment equivalent of University Challenge where I get asked no more than 3 questions per subject? Do I have Army induced ADD? The answer must be no, I’m still writing AERs and TMRs far better than I thought I would manage, I’ve done other things that have had long lead ins so what is it? I can only think that working in an office quieter than the average library is part of the problem. But I think the biggest problem is a lack of complexity or at least the right type of complexity, Nick Fielding will laugh at the concept of ‘enjoying the complexity’ but genuinely I think this is the problem.
So that was an insight to what I have to listen to on a daily basis, if I make it to Jul without screaming it will be an achievement.
If you hand’t mentioned the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel that the eyes of your soul can see in your spread sheet count down I’d have been on the phone to your line manger asking them to remove your boot laces and watch you very closely. The sad fact is that after you have worked on interesting things that matter and have tight dealines almost anything in civi street that seems important to those involved looks pretty irrelevant when viewed from the boundary. Then you reflect on the lasting impact of the things that seemed important when you were at the front, concerned and driven, and realise that they were even less relevant. What, you might ask, is the point of life… Well, if you’re a curious and cynical type you’re probably well equiped to try to figure that one out; so it’s all interesting and amusing again. Boot laces returned. Let me know if you do better than 42.
I’ll be honest Richard, I’m not even being the usual arrogant Army Officer that the Orator has come to expect saying that everything in the real world is rubbish. I’m not so deluded to think that most of what I’ve done has been of the upmost importance, having spanners laid out in a row isn’t important but it’s satisfying to win the game against the QM. This is especially true as I look down the jobs lists for what awaits after all this, actually a slope that reaches ‘SLS’ can still have moved enough to derail a train and kill a bunch of people so arguably protection of life and limb is probably more relevant here than when there’s a TRF on my arm. The truth is I made the right decision out of Uni as this really doesn’t enthuse me, now to convince Lizzie she wants to be an Army wife to age 55!
Do you ever remember DSing a JNCO command task and debriefing them that there was no sense of urgency? Its like that most days. I think that amongst JNCO’s, as a school, it was considered ‘cool’ to be laid back. Unfortunately that is not the RE way; we are not ‘cool,’ and unless we are thrashing ourselves (and moaning about it), we are not happy.
I actually look forward to getting my green skin back on (Though also because the ‘office style’ tight trousers and warm temperature is beginning to ruin my chances of having children).
First time I’ve heard you mention children! I wouldn’t worry about the tight trousers as much as the age factor form 26 – 35 there is a 10% drop in success within a year of trying with 1 in 5 not succeeding. You’re also going from 2% to 10% that will not succeed after two years and then it’s IVF which, trust me, you really don’t want to know about. Talk about no sense of urgency, I sugggest you start thrashing yourselves and moaning!
Well let’s try to lift the gloom
I can understand that the design office may not be for the green boys….I well rememeber going for an interview at Sir Alexander Gibb ( not sure what they’re called now)…offered a job on he then in-design London Light Rail…but the Dickensian atmosphere in the Office resulted in a polite apology and I went lecturing instead…
For me where the Green might be more useful/engaged is in the contracting side but with a technical bent. The problem is, of course, when you’re in the Design Office there is a tendancy for the minutea to assume an importance it should not have….and a novice wouldn’t be smart/wise/confident enough to say….’this is not a risk…pass on’….however in the contracting side we see too little technical proficiency and the stuff that’s being ‘managed’ is often ‘what I know how to manage’ ( workaday H&S and the like ) and the analysis of where management effort is to be applied is often shamefully piss-poor.
Rich I think that you orientated yourself to the latter conclusion…..
I’m not sure that you’re rising high enough above the smog of the Design Office….I think ..that you think…that THEY all think….BUT they do not..they often do without much thought….just like it was on site.
There is fun to be had
Hi Rich – I had my soul sucked out through my face in my design office – was told to shush several times when asking about the cricket etc. It was truly the Harry potter Dementor building.
I started drinking at lunchtime in the pub nearby (not on my own!) – A habit I have become accustomed to!!
I guess try to enjoy the social bits and pieces and polish your thesis.
I’m currently in Bahrain as the only RE/Army here acting as Clients rep. It’s a cool job – but not sure anything I learnt in the design office was relevant. CEng revision stuff can be useful now and that info IS actually useful..though I am working with USACE who are not into CDM or ISO 9000.
Therefore HAVE FUN!
And good luck.
Ros