Discovery 24: Risking my life to make the voices stop.
(Not schizophrenic voices, just the voices of managers that complained about everything. I actually overheard them complain to the head of Purchasing that the blue pens they ordered via requisition were 'Too blue'.)
At our agency, the IT department/team was responsible for running lines and installing cameras. At one of our sites, we had a program manager who would ask for more cameras every quarter. In a 2200 square foot facility, she had 62 cameras.
But 'situations' kept happening that required cameras. Her claim, that management backed up, was that cameras would prevent the incidents from happening, despite my repeated objections that cameras are useful after the fact only.
Management always agreed with her though, so we ran lines for another 9 cameras. But since I was short staffed at the time, I was able to convince management to hire some contractors to help.
There was just one problem: The attic at this facility was filled with asbestos.
So here I am, with contractors who had not been informed by our CEO, who negotiated the contract, that the attic was filled with asbestos. And I had been ordered in no uncertain terms to finish it that day.
So I donned full respirator and disposable overalls and went into attic.
This was in Southwest Georgia during the summer. The thermometer mounted at the top of the ladder that lead to the attic read 130 degrees Fahrenheit or 54 degrees Centigrade.
The area I needed to get to to help run lines required navigating over duct work, crawling under pipes, avoiding exposed nail heads sticking up from nailed frame boards (Thank you work boots), and avoiding falling in that lovely asbestos.
I was up there 60 minutes sweating my ass off, unable to drink water because of the respirator and asbestos, while running lines from one end to the contractors below me who were frantically working to minimize the time I spent up there.
To their credit, they were awesome and were having to deal with the awful cabling situation below the attic, so they earned their pay.
Back to the attic, I had finished running the lines and was navigating out of the attic. I then got stuck under one of the pipes.
In the dark heat, I had a brief urge to fall asleep. But I realized I would die if I did that.
I had to wriggle free and in the process lost my lanyard with agency ID, and keycard. I also briefly had the respirator come off of my face just to get free.
By the time I had gotten out of there, I couldn't see out of my periphery and was not sweating anymore. One of the contractors literally carried me to one of the showers and turned it on and ran to get me something to drink.
There I sat for a full 15 minutes. I had just risked my life because this program manager was so annoying and insufferable that I was willing to do anything just for peace and quiet from her.
When I finally walked out from the shower in my soaked work clothes, the program manager walked up to me and asked why I was slacking off and that I had a deadline to meet.