Things That Would Make It Easier for Me to Do This Job

[zingerella]

1) A phone.

2) Failing that, a long string with a can at either end, stretching between me and the production co-ordinator, two floors down. Another such stretching between me and the co-op students who serve as my cheerful and sweet minions, also two floors down. Colour-coded, so I don't bother the co-ordinator (who rocks, like unto an '80s hair band), when I mean to bother the co-op students (who also rock, but do not find meeting rooms and make phone/WebEx meetings happen, as if by magic, providing both technical expertise and appropriate printouts).

3) A desk that is not located right inside the door of the upstairs office, where one would expect to see a receptionist. It's not that I object to people thinking me the receptionist; it's that I don't know where this person or that person are, or when they'll be back. They didn't tell me. Also, I can't page them, because I don't have a phone.

4) Failing the aforementioned phone and better location for desk, a laptop to use in my AD's office, since she took hers with her when she went to get married, and there is a phone in her office, but no computer, and the Powers That Be here in the Tower in the Wastelands don't want me to use my personal laptop at work (which is fine, it's their office, and I'm sure there are security concerns or something, except that I send work to that laptop so that I can work at home, all the time, so I'm not sure how that doesn't compromise security).

5) Another three hours in the day.

6) More chocolate.