The evil that lurks....

The Other Brother Darrell came up to me a few minutes ago and asked if I'd be here until 5 today. I said yes, of course. (I was here ten hours yesterday, I think I can make 8 today.)

Anyhow. He said he just wanted to "talk to me about the secret shopper thing I was asked to do" and I'm all, huh? Because no one asked me to Sekritly Shop for anything.

So...do I 'fess up that I know nothing, or do I evilly string him along and find out what the whole thing is about? (What do you think?)

I should know considerably more at 5:05 this evening.

In a few minutes I have to dash out and shop, by the way. But not sekritly. Just a run to the office supply store for envelopes and dividers. And we need stamps. And I need to figure out if the Office Max can take an 8-1/2 x 11 sheet and laminate it for me. (I know Kinkos can do it, but I'm not sure about Office Max.)

I'm a shopping fiend today.

Hmmm...the sekrit shopper thing can't be that sekrit. The Other Brother Darrell just hollered a question to Darrell about it. I suppose that, as usual, everyone knows what's going on but me.

I just had One Of Those Meetings with Buehler.

Without precisely dissing Alvin (okay, he dissed him, but I refuse to get into the middle of that catfight), he said that divorce or no divorce, we continue to have a responsibility to the clients we set up with the Original Company. Because we cashed the check, you see.

I don't disagree. In fact, I've been uneasy about just ignoring those people for the past two months. So, the next thing that happened is that I heard myself volunteering to resume my previous duties with regard to those twenty clients.

It's no big deal, of course. Those twenty clients consumed about 30 minutes a week of my time. (At my last job, I managed 500 client offices and still had time to write a novel and 40 or more shorter stories on the side. Re-adding those previous clients brings my current "load" up to about 27, so I'm hardly overworked at this new place, okay?)

Besides, in a fit of boredom at one point in December, I'd written out six months worth of newsletters for that account before hearing that it had become Someone Else's Problem. All I have to do for that part of the job is change the dates, and start mailing them out monthly again. (I know, I said I wasn't overworked. I'm not, but I have this blogging habit to support now.... It takes up all of the time writing fiction used to take.)

(Speaking of blogging, BTW, I upgraded to Blogger Pro which should eliminate the problems I've been having with missing graphics and disappearing archives and other annoyances. Time will tell.)

No one whined, complained, or called me a bitch about that last post. Why not? It was a pretty obnoxious, arrogant sort of post. I mean, if I'd read it in someone else's blog, I'm pretty sure I'd have had a few rude things to say to the poster.

Not even my friends, or some of the people I respect the most but who are also involved in some form of RPS wrote to diss me. What's wrong? Don't you like me any more?

(Okay, one person wrote, offlist, that "fandom is as fandom does" or some such nonsense, essentially advising me to live with the current situation but I'm all about not sitting around passively while the world falls apart. Even a hobby-based world like fandom.

If no one ever complained when they didn't like how things were going...well, just imagine how different history would have been.)

(Good grief. Checking the "new" page just now, I see that my rant has vanished into the electrons. I have no idea why or how. Nor do I know why, in place of that rant, I now see the word "BigBody" enclosed in brackets on the edit page. I may not be petite but I object to software I just paid good money to use passing judgement on my appearance, okay? The nerve!