A ritual for the veteran technicians at J. Adams Inc., a fleet of vans purrs down the morning streets, executing some sort of ballet-across-the-asphalt precision with energy. Each technician is a maestro unto himself as he stands and confronts his daily schedule, promising to be anything but predictable. The hum of the coffee shop, the murmur of the commute on public transportation, the incessant ping of morning emails-none of those match the electric buzz at jadamsinc.com as the crew logs their first tasks of the day.
Picture Sam, an older technician, holding onto his favorite travel mug full to the brim, already promising a caffeine and war story fix.
On his way to his first appointment, Sam regales with stories of past hard-fought battles and colorful clients. He’s the walking repository of anecdotes. The time he saved a customer’s sanity when it mattered most: a very bugged server that was verging on blowing mission-critical deadlines.
Meanwhile, Julie is an unstoppable force of technology, wrestling with a maze of cables even Theseus himself would not find his way through, smiling through the chaos. Unprecedently gifted in making sense of incomprehensible signals, she is an unsung hero among clients. She connects with people like a long-lost cousin while connecting the devices acting hard to get. Lunch usually sees them sharing stories, not dissimilar to those of sailors who would exchange high-sea tales. The conversation bounces from hilarious encounters with clients to hardware jokes no one else could find humor in. They find camaraderie in challenges, not dissimilar to navigating the wildest of jungles and bound together by the common language of complex codes and quirky IT slang. Afternoons are always full of surprises. Kyle can always juggle a million projects and was wrangling digital intricacies in the most deft manner, working out a bug in finesse that would make a conductor proud.
