GIS Manager

Awaiting BEER:30

It’s not that I don’t like my job. It’s just that the cool, refreshing feeling of an icy cold beer sliding down my throat hole at the end of another work week is so inviting. So, I spend my Friday’s dreaming of the time when a beer will be in my hand. This Friday is particularly uninteresting. Busy, but highly uninteresting. It’s so unbelievably hot outside for Flagstaff AZ that everyone is starting to go nuts waiting for the monsoon rains to come cool off our summer days. A few of us (those silly specialized kind) are stuck inside in front of a computer, clicking away all day long. Click, click, bloody click. It used to be fun being the technical person, the one that could always make the computer, device, or program work. The geeky side of things lacks its allure when you are forbidden to leave the office all year long. Map after map, edit after edit, week after week. There is no walking, no digging, no playing in the sun for this GIS Manager. There is only the glow of my monitor, the occasional whir of the hard drive, and that incessant clicking!

The only bonus to being the archy computer rat is that BEER:30 generally comes early. One can’t complain when your company supplies beer and allows you to crack one at 3:30 on Fridays.
Time to go, BEER:30 is at hand.

It’s all fun and games until you break my GPS

The day in the life of a GIS manager.

As a GIS manager at a small environmental and archaeological firm in Arizona I don’t get out much to enjoy the archaeology any more (Dirt? Never touch the stuff).

Since I wake up 8 hours behind the rest of the world, my Friday is about to consist of getting a quote on a GPS repair (most likely not worth the fix since it’s a Juno and pretty worthless in the first place… 2-5 m accuracy? Boo hiss), working on proposals for local scanning projects , answering phoned in questions on the total station from the crew in the field excavating (told you I don’t get out), cleaning up data on the server (my nemesis), digitizing rocks and mortar, and pulling maps out of thin air. All by 5 or beer thirty, whichever comes first… hopefully the latter?

So I should probably stop blogging and get to work!