The Meeting After The Meeting Before The Meeting

Today I had only four and half hours before my last week as an hour employee ended, and I wanted to make the most of my time, so I ended up in a fair amount of meetings.  This was not entirely by my intention.  I had planned to have one meeting with one of our data people about the automation of some of my reports, and the meetings ended up getting a bit more out of control than I had intended.  Not that I mind, of course.  Needless to say, I feel it necessary to talk about my meetings, as they relate to larger questions about data as well as work [1].  With that short introduction, let us begin.

Yesterday I was persuaded to set up a meeting between me and the person who runs our data warehouse.  She had not been at work much this week on account of a headache and having to spend about five hours or so picking up her husband from the airport, and I was looking forward to showing her the reports I run so that we could work on automating the reports.  I started with a difficult report that had about six different data sources and she said it would take about a week for her to wrap her head around the data but that she would start working on it this weekend.  After that I showed her another report that was far simpler, and she was happy to have me give her the buckets that our sources are divided into, which will allow for her to work on better slicing for her Power BI.  That brought us into a conversation about wanting to learn that tool and also getting into the server so that I can start using SQL, which was all very successful.

I had thought that would be the last of the meetings.  By the time that meeting was over I only had an hour and a half or so left to the day, and so I went about pulling some of the commissions statements that are scheduled for the day and adding them to A&H and the Accounting file, at least as much as I could.  It was at this point, after I had finished that, that I wondered how to spend the last forty-minutes or so of my work day.   I pondered whether I should start working on the final steps of the last matching file in the time that I had left, but before I could get started my outgoing supervisor came to ask about a file, one of the reports that I had discussed in that previous meeting, and I explained that I could not do the report because I had not been able to run any phone reports at all throughout the course of the week.  After that there ended up being still other meetings, one of them a brief meeting about what we want to do with Monarch concerning automating much of our commissions process, something I am wholehearted in supporting if it gives me the space to actually get around to doing more analysis work and less data scrubbing, and then a last meeting over that same report for the third time before it was time for me to go, as my forty hours were up.

Many of my coworkers were surprised that I was still an hourly employee and that I had been for so long.  And, truth be told, so was I.  Perhaps it would have been necessary to give me a raise if I had been made salary before, as ended up being the case, but I think they would have gotten their money’s worth.  By nature, I am the sort of person who stays at a job until I finish it, and I would have given my money’s worth had I been able to stick longer at reports without having to be a slave to the clock.  To be sure, there would have been times when I left a bit early, but there would have been plenty of times I would have worked late.  What is it that leads some people to be salaried and others to be wage earners despite the fact that their job could be considered the sort that should be equally professional.  Is it the department that one works in that makes the most difference?  It is hard to say, I do not know, but I do know that it allowed me to get an early start to Tillamook, a story that I will save for another post.

[1] See, for example

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