Okay, so, for reasons best known only to itself, our internet access is tottering like a herd of turtles today. I click a button and I have time to go get a cup of coffee and read the morning paper before the page loads. This kind of a pity since I was looking forward to reading my personal e-mail this morning. I can see there are a lot of messages there. I just don't think I'll live long enough to load them all.

Can't check the news, either. Sites seem to be loading 1 kb per minute. It's very aggravating. I guess I should go reboot something here in a minute.

Internally our office network has been problematic for the past month or so. Logging in to my office e-mail this morning, I found about eight messages that I should have received on Friday. I can't fix that but I hear-tell they're actually planning to hire some network people.

(I rebooted a blinky-thing. The internets are happy now.)

So. This week, DiamondGirl is on vacation and it's just me and Bernie (and Buehler is here). You know when I said last week I could deal with either Bernie or DiamondGirl, but not both? I don't feel that way so much this week, when it's Bernie instead of DiamondGirl who will be in all week. (Also, I'm wondering if he's going to be holding a grudge because I stopped answering his e-mails at 11:30 on Friday?)

Oh, dear. He's here. And I don't have anything to code the last hour of e-mail reading, journal-surfing, and blog post-writing to. Aacckk!

Okay. Hour-and-a-half meeting. (The e-mails did come up. Shrug. I just told him I was getting aggravated and decided to walk away from it for a while. He seems okay with that) (I think DiamondGirl is right. He is afraid of me. When did I become an ugly, scary old woman?) Mostly about what work we'll take on when DiamondGirl is gone, a thing he finally seems to be determined on, and how we'll outsource everything. So, you know, instead of doing any actual work, apparently I'll be managing the outsource resources (it becomes difficult to avoid bureaucrat-speak after decades in the workforce) and dabbling with the internal bookkeeping. Whatever.

Sigh. I work good. You give me work, I sit down and I do it. So, naturally they think the ideal use for my talents lies in watching other people work.

To add thrills and chills to the proposal, Bossyboots and Moe (b0th still hanging around on a consulting/free-lance basis) are likely to be two of the people I'm watching.

I like to work. I like to have my own little projects and to be left alone to mess about with them. I am not the Manager Type. My idea of "managing" someone is to say, "Shut up and do it anyhow."

Okay, I'm not that bad.

Still.

(I was going to talk about my weekend. Maybe later.)