This might have been the heart of the Asylum. The frozen yogurt machine was available from noon until 8 PM or when it ran out. And if it were filled to dispense Cable Car Chocolate – it would run out. The cappuccino and coffee machines ran 24/7. The frozen yogurt was fattening, the cappuccino only so-so, and the coffee – well, it supplied caffeine, not flavor. But, I still miss them.
This is my office. My command center. Where I wrangle data to send to the state. I have been scurrying around working with our vendor to get a system modification that will replace me. I was so looking forward to being replaced by a computer.
Well, this afternoon what should appear in my inbox from the Chief Information Officer :
…we need to put this work on hold for the time being. We do not want to do anything to upset or modify the current vaccine reporting processes with the state, they are having enough trouble reconciling what we currently give them. Introducing new variables will just create more errors and confusion with reconciliation.
We can circle back with them when the Covid vaccine situation is less fluid and we are established for a while.
In other words, when we aren’t doing this anymore, then we can consider doing it automatically. Until then. The old woman who lives in an Asylum can knit our data together.
Back when I was young, I would have been outraged. Now, I am sort of amused that they think that I can just keep on doing it. With a database query and a spreadsheet or two.
I am telling you this to illustrate how totally screwed up the Covid vaccination system is in the country if it depends on a little old lady with a spreadsheet.
Gratitude
Grateful for a superfine walk this morning while my room was being cleaned. Grateful for Elizabeth who cleans my room every Friday.
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