Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

December 9, 1993

Dear Everyone:

We had visitors this week, three people from “Austin”, Texas, where Company has a small (less than 10,000 boxes) Records Center.  They were here to learn more about CRMIS, the soon-to-be-obsolete system that we use to run the Records Centers, as well as the Retention Schedules that tell people when to send their records to storage. 

While CRMIS looks to be on its way out, it may be the middle of next year before that happens; and, in the meantime, the “Austin” Lead, “Alberta”, was determined to start doing some of the functions for herself that we in RACS have been doing for her up until now.  This makes sense because it's really “Alberta” who first figures out what needs to be done and then asks “Kevin” to do it. 

Example:  Because of a restructure (some part of Company is always restructuring), a Records Series needs to be moved from one organization to another.  “Alberta” determines what should be moved where and writes it all up in an electronic "Note" which she sends to “Kevin”.  Then she waits for “Kevin” to make the change.  Since the change itself is purely mechanical, why can't “Alberta” do it herself? 

Well, for one thing, you can do a lot of damage to Retention Schedules if you're not careful.  Just a few weeks ago, somebody in “Hobby” changed the Owner Codes on over 600 of “Alberta’s” boxes in “Austin” by accident with a Series change.  Oops.  Seems both “Hobby” and “Austin” groups sometimes use the same Schedules.  After all, they're in the same state, aren't they? 

But Texas is a big state.  The “Austin” people took care to explain to us that “Austin” is in West Texas, not to be confused with East Texas or South Texas.  If you want to know what the weather will be like in “Austin” tomorrow, they said, check yesterday's report for Abilene and add two days. 

I was a little concerned about just giving “Alberta” access to CRMIS that would allow her to move Series around without making sure that she understood what she was doing.  So we suggested that she come out to California for a little training.  Well, "trip to California" was all “Alberta” needed to hear.  Now she really wanted to learn more about CRMIS.  “Alberta” loves California, loves San Francisco, and loves all of us in RACS and “Livermore”, even the ones she's never met until this week. 

And, as long as “Alberta” was coming, her supervisor and their system support person decided to come along.  Then, as long as we were going to be explaining a lot about the Schedules Side of CRMIS, two people from the “Livermore” Records Center wanted to sit in, too.  As you can see, what started out as a little visit for some training that might take half a day soon began snowballing into a three-day trip. 

We added an overview of our Records Management Program.  And what RACS does for its customers.  And how you develop a Records Retention Schedule.  And what happens when you enter the Schedule into CRMIS.  And a tour of the “Livermore” Records Center, with an emphasis on bar-coding, something “Austin” is considering using for their boxes. 

And we took them to lunch.  And lunch again.  And dinner.  I haven't eaten this well since a previous lifetime.  (Smoked salmon over Russian crepes with golden caviar--you don't find major yum-yums like that at the company cafeteria.)  Good thing they left yesterday or my clothes wouldn't fit much longer. 

In other news… 

0K, movies.  I haven't been holding out on you; I've just been too busy to see very many lately. 

Demolition Man:  if you missed this one, consider yourself lucky.  Don't even rent it at the video store.  I'll save you the $3 by telling you the only really good joke in the whole film, which was, by the way, supposed to be a "violent comedy".  They got the first part right.  Sylvester Stallone gets frozen in our time and defrosted in the future.  Now here's the joke, which was a back-handed complement to Stallone's rival for the violent movie audience:  The girl (of course, there's a girl) tells Stallone that she did some research at the "Schwarzenegger Presidential Library". 

The Three Musketeers:  Unfortunately, a lot of people saw "Walt Disney Presents…" and thought, "Oh, goody.  A kiddie film."  It's not.  It's not an "adult" movie, either; it's just not geared to little kids and a lot of them got restless and kept asking (loudly) what was going on. 

As for the movie itself:  They kept the title and the names and not much else.  I read The Three Musketeers when I was in high school. I even did a book report on it.  And I can tell you for certain that there never was a scene in which Cardinal Richelieu coiled his way into the Queen’s boudoir while she was taking a bath.  In fact, I can't remember a scene in which anyone ever took a bath. 

My advice:  Skip this one and, instead, go to the video store and rent the 1973 version, directed by Richard Lester (this is the Michael York, Richard Chamberlain, Charlton Heston, etc. one).  Lester stayed so true to the book that, by the end, he had more than four hours of film on his hands.  Rather than cut it up, he did exactly what the author had originally done:  Sliced it down the middle, much to the chagrin of the actors who suddenly discovered that they had made two movies for the price of one.  The "sequel" is called The Four Musketeers. 

Then ask yourself this:  They're called "musketeers" because, as the Kings special guard, they were armed with the new, and very expensive, weapons, to wit:  Muskets (which could take out a charging Cardinal at 40 paces).  So, how come they're always duking it out with swords? 

Mrs. Doubtfire:  This is not the classic that Tootsie was, but is nonetheless a pleasant film.  Robin Williams plays and out-of-work actor (why are they always out-of-work actors?) who gets himself up as a housekeeper in order to stay closer to his kids.  In spite of the "drag" aspect, it's the perfect Holiday Movie because it's absolutely safe to take both Granny and the visiting rug rats to see it.  Neither will be overly shocked or overly bored. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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