I still have a full set of Windows 3.11 on 3.5’ floppies. It was a wonderful time. With a bit of 10 BASE2 coax cable, BNC T-connectors, network interface cards (NICs), and a couple of 50 ohm terminators we could get computers to talk to one another. How could we forget the fun we had getting the interrupts set properly on the bus cards. And when it was all done, our first foray into network gaming, Duke Nukem, roared to life. Of course I figured out early how to use the mouse instead of the keyboard. The kids never knew what hit ‘em.
When I was younger, all I wanted from my manager or supervisor was that they knew something about what I did, so they could give me guidance. There was always an understanding between us and I could feel good knowing we were on the same page. I had the most respect for that leader that backed me up when I wasn’t there, went to bat for me knowing my role in the organization was fulfilling the need I was hired to meet, and that I was doing everything we mutually agreed I should do.
As many of you know, if you’ve been following my other posts, I have a passion for customers we serve because of my experience growing up as the son of house parents. They can’t call them that any more, and no one actually lives in the same residence as the clients. Times have really changed.