The week climaxed (so to speak) with a butt-kicking party at 2:00 today. The relevant butts were mine and Vela's.

The same 'Nut who knows I'm not telling the rest of the Argonuts Afield that they're paying for his leads? Felt free to lecture everyone on how he "bought a book" on Google marketing and now he's an expert.

The same 'Nut who emailed me this morning, saying he really did understand that improving performance is a matter of constant work, data analysis, and incremental steps? Announced to the group that this morning I told him I don't know how I improve performance.

The same 'Nut who took over a campaign I spent six months designing and tweaking because I was incompetent? Told everyone he did it--started his own account, created his own campaign, and is generally just doing all the work himself and doing it exceptionally well.

The same 'Nut I've been giving 5 hours a week worth of attention to for the last month, at the expense of the other 60 'Nuts, because he cried so hard about how he couldn't get any personal attention? Bitched because he's never allowed to talk to anyone or have any input in his marketing.

And, by the way, if I was at all competent, I'd create a magic template they could apply to all their businesses to make them magically and phenomenally successful now and forever and ever.

*Sigh.*

I don't want kudos. Really I don't. I just want not to be called incompetent and an asshole when I'm keeping these people afloat (sometimes in spite of themselves) in a really bad economy.

And now Vela and I have the pleasure of a meeting with Jason on Monday morning--where I am apparently supposed to teach him enough about this magic thing called internet marketing to make him an expert in two hours.

And three conference calls with three specific 'Nuts after that--all three of whom swear they won't survive another week without personal attention.

And we have yet another another butt-kicking party already scheduled for next Friday afternoon.

Someone remind me again--why did I quit drinking?