This company frickin’ rocks. They know how to treat their employees. With Tybrin, I realized the other day that I had been coasting for the last few years, just collecting a paycheck. I’d go to work with a fake smile, and I’d come home with a less fake smile. If I were the slightest bit tired, I’d be grumpy, pissy and generally unpleasant. That was with Tybrin. Sunday night/Monday morning, I woke up at 1:30 in the morning, and was up until 11 pm Monday night. Monday, of course, was Memorial Day—traditionally a bbq day with Lori’s family. Ralph and Barbara had made no announcement or invite for their place, so we called them to find out what was going on. “Oh, ummmm . . . pretty much nothing.”
“Well why don’t you guys come down to our place for a bbq?”
So they came, as did Rob and Mel and their two boys. Mind you, I had been up since 1:30 am. I did all the grilling, all the cooking, most of the cleaning, and a lot of the watching of our two girls. Granted, later in the day, Rob and I watched “Ice Age: The Meltdown”, but still—most of the day was busy.
But I wasn’t grumpy. I wasn’t pissy. I was pleasant, fun, and . . . dare I say it—giddy! I was actually excited to be awake and with everyone . . . even in my sleep-deprived state. I talked to Lori about what the reasons could be, and it hit me like a ton of bricks: for the first time in about 4 years, I actually enjoy—and I mean *really* enjoy—going to work. My company appreciates me. Everyone here is on the same page. We’re all fighting to get a good, quality product out the door. I don’t have to battle other contractors (read: other contracts, SEIC!) or programs to get a good product out the door. I can come to work, do my job, KNOW that I’m going to get the support I need from everyone . . . and it feels *foreign* to me.
Don’t get me wrong—everyone I worked with directly in my company was good to work with. I always had the SME support I needed. Our hardware team was great to work with. Our SST group was outstanding. Admin, our government reps . . . all great. CM, my team, IT . . . all really nice. It was when we had to wander outside of our group to accomplish anything where the head-butting would begin, and it would never end. You would think that, with such an end-game as supporting war fighter pilots, everyone would be on the same page. Nope. Hidden or not-so-hidden agendas permeated every aspect of our day-to-day activities. “Who’s watching us now? Who’s talking crap about us behind out back now?”
Granted, maybe it’s the newness of everything down here, but there is a completely different feeling down here. And it’s good. REALLY good.