Category: Life

MIQ Diary – Day 14 – How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.

430am. Good! Today is the day that I get out of here, so I want to make the most of it, even if I do very little, the experience of being awake is still worth it.

First things first – pack! It turned out easier than anticipated – done in 5 minutes. I went around the room several times to ensure that everything was in the bags. Easy.

The remainder of the day was spent doing precisely nothing, and it felt good.

My health check was at 330pm. As I mentioned yesterday apparently it needed to be within 3 hours of departure. Obeying rules for the sake of it isn’t my forte, but what the hell, just this once more.

The housekeeping team had requested that we strip the beds so I dutifully complied. It took longer than anticipated.

Then we had our marching orders:
6pm – bags on the trolleys outside the room.
615pm – a siren sounds and bus passengers for Auckland should go to the conference centre entrance.
630pm – bus departs.

Once again this military precision all felt overwrought and faintly ridiculous. Still, I guess they have to deal with a range of ‘characters’ in these places, so best to set the bar low. It happened as they said it would, and the low bar was necessary – some idiot managed to be confused by even these instructions. We nearly left late.

Final farewells were made, with good humour, and we were off!

The bus ride was about an hour and a half. We had to keep our masks on until we were decanted onto the pavement at the domestic terminal at Auckland Airport. Given our history over the past 2 weeks, this seemed faintly ridiculous. If there’s a group of people more credentialed to be considered COVID-negative, it’s us mugs on that bus.

Feet hit the pavement and Mask Theatre was over. It was good to see people smiling. We said our various goodbyes (awkward because it’s hard to build camaraderie when you’ve never met many of these people with whom you’ve just shared two weeks’ isolation experience.)

Scott was waiting for me. We headed home to see the cats.
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So that’s my story. Some thoughts:
1. It’s not a nice experience, even for someone like me who actually enjoys some solitude. Avoid it if you can.
2. Despite it all, making the most of the time to work and think was useful.
3. Overall it was a very similar experience to last year’s. Slightly more polished this time, but they’ve had a year to get it to this point so most of the rough edges have been knocked off.
4. I can’t praise the team at Jet Park Hamilton highly enough. If you think MIQ is boring for 2 weeks, try doing it for over a year.
5. MIQ as a concept is completely unsustainable. We have to make some changes:
a. Allow fully vaccinated returnees to self-isolate.
b. Drop the eradication strategy in the bin, and learn to live with the virus because it’s not going anywhere.
c. Fix the hopeless vaccination rollout. This starts with stopping pretending it’s going well.

MIQ Diary – Day 13 – I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.

A 6am wakeup after an 11pm sleep. I’m not convinced anything is different – I just moved my seven hours’ sleep window slightly. Ho hum.

Another health check at 830am, all done efficiently, with hardly any waiting. I was informed that on Saturday it would be at 330pm instead. Apparently it needs to be 3 hours before we leave (because the process says so, rather than anyone expecting me to suddenly catch the lurgy mid-morning.

Those of you with sharp minds will have worked out that we will be leaving at 630pm on Saturday. They are putting on a bus back to Auckland Airport, which should arrive at 8pm-ish.

It was a relatively quiet day work-wise so I finished up early afternoon. I just couldn’t be bothered to do much. My motivation has been up and down here, and today is the first time it has been rock bottom.

I decided to read a book on Disciplined Agile Delivery (aka Unified Process with not much tailoring – and I’ll be giving the side eye to anyone who says different). It was a short book – though not nearly short enough for my liking.

I reneged on my packing promise.

Went to bed early. I figure packing might take all day on Saturday.

Nearly there, but not nearly close enough.

MIQ Diary – Day 12 – Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

I’m ok with a 430am wake up, but today was 330am. Argh!

Today was (hopefully) my final COVID test. This would be the interesting one. Day 12 tests seem to put everyone on edge – especially the MinHealth people. A Day 12 positive test appears to be relatively rare, but it is a good indicator of possible transmission within the facility if there’s more than one. There was an incident last week in the Novotel in Auckland where some Day 12 positives almost resulted in an extended stay for an entire cohort, or at least a big chunk of them. I believe that was eventually ruled out after genomic testing showed the Infecteds didn’t have the same strain. I imagine there were many sighs of relief at that news. Hopefully such a situation doesn’t befall the plucky folk of Jet Park Hamilton.

830am rolled around and I was at the health centre promptly…unlike most of the MinHealth people, who had seemingly evaporated. So I waited. I am not good at waiting. You told me 830am. I was here at 830am. You were not. Never make people wait for you – it’s disrespectful of their time. Grr. Anyway In this case it’s not like I had anything else to do, but still…five minutes felt like an eternity even when I had nowhere else to be.

Once I had checked the hand-written notes and corrected my name (really, Waikato DHB?) I was ready for the test. I opted for the right nostril again, as it was less uncomfortable than the left. In it goes…keep breathing…just a bit longer…job done. Results back tomorrow hopefully.

The usual health questions were also rattled off. I mentioned that I had a headache, and the MinHealth person looked at me like I had two heads. So I explained it was probably due to waking up before 5am every day for the past two weeks. I think this satisfied them but they ‘took notes.’ If this entire MIQ process proves anything, it’s that some people really believe that you can’t be too careful. They’ve clearly never completed a PMI Risk Management course.

I returned to my room.

My easily-bored nature requires variety, and variety is what I got today. I’d finally completed as much of the Spreadsheet From Hell that I reasonably could without more research, so I passed it over to the experts for more input (thanks, Alex, and apologies in advance.) I’ll come back to it next week. Many calls, mini-challenges and emails later, it was the evening.

I decided that I would start packing for my Saturday departure. It burnt some time and demonstrated that strange phenomenon of how exactly the same number of clothes and sundry items, positioned and folded in exactly the same way, can increase in volume by about 20 per cent in the space of 5 weeks and 3 days. I decided to abandon this chore for another day.

I received an email about post-isolation travel arrangements. We will find out more tomorrow…

I couldn’t get to sleep until about 11pm. I believe that made today was what is known as ‘a long day.’

MIQ Diary – Day 11 – If you wait until you’re ready, you’ll wait forever.

430am wake-up again. I’ve decided I can live with it, so I will make it a part of me.

I gave my sister in the UK another call and we made more plans, sorted more issues. It’s good to make progress. We know once Steve’s estate is in the hands of the lawyers, things will slow to a glacial pace, but we also know we will have done our best, which is all that really matters. Let’s see what happens…

The software release started at 8am and was done by 820am. Zero defects as anticipated. All is well. We can now focus on newer, bigger things.

I don’t say this often enough but I am very impressed with the team – they are achieving a lot with little time, money or resource. I’m truly bemused by the amount of waste in my industry. In my opinion, you have no claim to agility or innovation unless you’ve achieved something great with bugger all money and bugger all people. If you want to know how to do that, drop me a line. My rates are very reasonable. Actually just buy me a beer.

Spreadsheet hell day…4? I am losing count.

Duolingo has been my constant companion for several years now, and has also been a great way to while away the time in isolation. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a language learning app. It’s heavily gamified, and lots of fun. My Spanish is pidgin, but I could probably get by now. I started in 2019 in preparation to visit Galapagos for my 50th. That trip got canned in March 2020, a week before we were due to leave, but I continued with the Spanish lessons just in case we still get there one day. Hope springs eternal. Anyway if you want to learn a language, I do recommend Duolingo.

I received a survey from the MIQ people so I spent some time completing it. Hopefully some of the feedback gets to where it needs to be. Despite my overwhelmingly-positive description of MIQ here, it’s not a holiday, you know, and could do with some improvements to make things a bit more bearable for others, if not for me.

Tomorrow is Day 12 – the third and final COVID test, where the bleeding obvious will be stated categorically for the third and final time – I don’t have the damned virus!

MIQ Diary – Day 10 – I have only made this letter longer because I have not had the time to make it shorter.

Another 430am wake up. To put a positive spin on it, I got to make use of the entire day, plus it’s a really convenient to call my sister in the UK to discuss my brother’s estate. Every insomniac cloud has a silver lining, although I think this one is fraying at the seams slightly.

I had a good chat with my sister – we resolved a number of issues and made some plans, and all before 5am. Perhaps tomorrow I will sleep in. Wishful thinking never fails, after all.

A phone health check today. Apparently they were short staffed again. I wondered what other things they had to do that are considered higher priority. Then I read the article about 1600 border staff still unvaccinated, and I figured perhaps they were getting a jab. We should be so lucky.

So yet another day full of spreadsheets, and preparation for a big software release tomorrow morning. We had a couple of wobbles late in the preparation but everything ended up looking good.

Lunch and dinner were served, and as usual I couldn’t remember what I ordered so the surprise kept me occupied for something equating to Planck Time.

The evening was spent reading. I also made the grave mistake of thinking it would be a good idea to start watching Indiana Jones and the Kindgom of the Crystal Skull. My advice to you – never do this.

I tried to stay awake for a bit longer, hoping that it would help my wake up time but after experiencing that Spielbergian mess I decided the remainder of the day wasn’t worth experiencing. And so to bed.

Apologies if these posts are getting repetitive. If you’re getting bored reading them then it’s a function of my inability to make the repetitively inane MIQ experience remotely interesting. Only a couple of days left now. You can do it!

MIQ Diary – Day 9 – The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.

I made some strategic changes to improve my sleep patterns.

Step 1 – I moved to the other side of the very comfy super king bed. I figured that the incessant glow from the lights out in the car park might be having an impact so I moving six feet or so further from it might help. While there are good blackout curtains in the room, they’re not very useful when there’s a ten-centimetre gap between the curtains and the window.

Step 2 – I closed the bathroom door. The always-on fan in there was a little bit too rowdy to be considered a relaxing source of pink noise. Less susurrating seas, more Dyson on max power.

And hey presto I slept until 6am. Probably a fluke – see how tomorrow goes.

Health check as usual. Bored now. The MinHealth person couldn’t log in. They complained about the technology, and I reminded them that after the recent Waikato DHB hack, they were lucky to have any tech at all. I then purposely zoned out as they read out their password letter by letter as they were typing it in. It’s hardly surprising they were hacked, given such a lack of security awareness. Thankfully for them my mind is like a sieve at the moment, and I forgot it soon after.

We talked about my deteriorating mood. Apparently they see a lot of this mid-way through people’s stay in isolation. It’d be interesting to know what they intend to do about it – I don’t know – perhaps a countrywide vaccination programme that’s faster than the speed of plate tectonics might help to reduce the prison sentence new arrivals are under? Clearly a crazy idea.

Lots of meetings today. They were all useful and edifying and made me feel like I had made progress, but there were too many to reliably process all the information that was generated. Note to self – fewer meetings.

The Spreadsheet From Hell took up most of the rest of my afternoon. It really is a monster – the sort of idiocy only a technologist could create to annoy another technologist. I am unfortunately on the latter side of the equation, and will be there for another few days at least. It’s almost enough to drive me to drink, but I resist the pull of the bar menu yet again.

Overall, time has passed satisfactorily once again. A few days more is all.