I hate falling
sick. I hate being sick. I hate going to work, realizing I need to
spend quality time with my bathroom, and coming home. I hate
dropping all of my work off onto my team…
…oh, wait. My
primary work supposedly revolves around assisting my team in
organizing their time. Doesn’t it? Or have I fallen into that old
trap of trying to do too much as an individual contributor,
proving my worth by doing rather than helping.
It’s hard to tell
when you are on the right path. As a rule I try to pass tasks from
me to my team; I act kind of like a task collector, moving though the
environment and pilling up work, which I then hand off to more
capable people to accomplish. When a task comes up suddenly,
especially a busywork task I don’t want disrupting my team’s work, I
take it on my own plate and get it done as fast as possible.
Today, for
example, I meandered into work early to help with some reboots. I
don’t like asking my team to come in before 6AM as a rule and I
thought I would be at my desk most of the day, baring meetings.
Besides, I may be rusty but I can handle remote rebooting an NT
server. Shutdown.exe is an old and dear friend.
Should I have
given that task to, say, the department on-call person? Probably.
He is paid to come in to deal with that kind of thing. But the
servers were my responsibility. I wanted to get some planning work
done before the day started. Yada. Yada. Yada….there’s always a
reason, always a noble intent behind taking on more activity rather
than doing my work.
Being sick
actually helped me. It forced me to let go of a lot of excess tasks
I horded up. My team can handle them, mostly better than I can, so
long as I define them properly. Doing just that took most of the
morning. Apparently I horded a bit more work than I thought I had.
Now they’ve
dispersed, though, and I might actually be able to do my job of
planning and assessing the operational and project needs of my team’s
lines of service. After I get back from spending more quality time
in the bathroom.