Don’t Bite The Hand That Fixes Your Systems!
Back in the Dark Ages, around 1993, I worked for a medical transcription firm as their SysAdmin. We were doing some cutting-edge IT stuff in getting transcriptions printed at the hospitals remotely and using print queues with the modem number hardcoded in, and the system would look for queues with anything in them and dial the number if it found something in that queue. It worked really well… until it didn’t.
I was the only SysAdmin in this city, so I was on call twenty-four-seven, 365 days a year. I was averaging three hours of sleep per night when I could go home, and I tried to catch little catnaps here and there when I could. Any time something would go wrong on the hospital side, I would have to go to the hospital and fix it.
A few months after I started, two of the vice presidents from corporate relocated to my city since we were the most productive city with the highest profits. The first thing they did was come up with an excuse to fire the current director, and then they took over operations themselves. Then, my job went from taking care of our systems to taking care of the doctors’ computers, too. I did what I could, but I was also sending out resumes.
Then, I was told to go to a hospital and see why the printing had stopped. I remember this day. I hadn’t been home for two days and had been going nonstop for eighteen hours. I got there and someone had unplugged the modem. I plugged it back in, a call came in, and jobs started printing. This doctor walked over to talk to me.
Doctor: “[Vice President #1] told me that you’d go out to my house and work on my home computer.”
Me: *Politely* “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I’m heading home to get some sleep.”
Then, I headed back to the office to pick up a few things before heading home.
As soon as I walked through the door, I was escorted straight to the vice presidents’ office. Both vice presidents and the office manager were there. They proceed to start chewing me out. I just started laughing at them. I was the only person in 1,000 miles who knew anything about this system. They lost their temper and told me I was fired and was to leave immediately. I really said, “Thank you.” Then, I left.
On the way home, I stopped at a mom-and-pop computer store where I knew some of the people to drop off a resume.
Manager: “We have no openings right now, but we’ll call you when we do!”
I talked to a couple of friends while I was there and then headed home. The only thing I was worried about was telling my girlfriend that I had gotten fired. I walked through the door, and she was at work. I saw the answering machine blinking, so I hit play.
Voicemail: “Hi, this is [Manager] from [Mom-And-Pop Computer Store]. Our primary Novell Engineer just quit. Are you still available?”
I called them back and let them know I’d be there the next day. That began a much more peaceful career with better pay, rotating on-call, and almost every weekend and holiday off.
The medical transcription firm imploded. The vice presidents were fired. They floundered for about a year and were bought up by a competing firm.