My work week

How was yours?

mw

And the moral of the story is...

I found this in my files as I was cleaning my hard drive. A bit old, perhaps, and maybe a bit apocryphal, but no less depressing.mw

Right on track

In The West Wing, Amy Gardner is at a banquet hosted by the First Lady honoring the accomplishments of influential women in the Democratic party. Mrs. Bartlett introduces Amy, who just started the table cloth on fire by knocking over a candle after misjudging the angle to her wine glass, with the line, "…and Amelia Garndner, who has had six jobs in seven years." I can empathize. I have never started a table on fire. Nor am I an influential woman in the Democratic party. I do have a new job, which brings my total to four companies in four years.

Technically, only three companies, since as of November 24 I am again an employee of Convergys. This time I am an internal consultant, focusing on business development. If you wonder why I left Four Points, which was a great experience play, Monday night I came home and rocked out to Trans-Siberian Orchestra with The Boy and The Queen while Neesha made dinner and there was no place I would have rather been.

mw

Why It's Hard to Go to Work in the Morning

I have a good job. I really do. I enjoy what I do and I never go to bed or wake up dreading the prospect of going to my office. However, some mornings are harder then others.

Caleb: Daddy play cars?
Neesha: Can Mommy play? Daddy has to go to work.

*reflective pause*

Caleb: Daddy play cars?
Neesha: Sorry, Honey. Daddy has to go to work, today. Tomorrow, too. But after that we get him for two full days!
Caleb: Cool.

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My Internship as an Evil Overlord Has Begun

I got a new monitor at work, today. A Dell UltraSharp 2007FP. It's a 20" LCD with high resolution. A thin, black bezel (I don't know what a bezel is, either, but that is what the review says) frames the screen, and a slim neck extends from the Y-shaped base. In addition to being able to adjust five inches up or down, the neck can swivel horizontally 45 degrees to the left and right, 20 degrees back, and 5 degrees to the front. The result is the first monitor in my adult life that I don't have to hunch over to see.

All this viewing real estate has generated some interesting side effects. I now have irresistible urges to cackle, "BWAAAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" when I'm asked a question and I find myself monologuing at the slightest provocation. On a completely unrelated note, does anyone know of any obscure, defunct countries in need of a tyrannical dictator? Canada, perhaps?

mw

Our Only Hope is That Quebec Surrenders

Joe: Why are we losing so much in Ottawa?
Me: The exchange rate. The Canadian dollar is living around 1:1 right now, and they stopped hedging this project last February.
Jason: Do you think it will swing back the other way?
Me: I don't think until October or November at the earliest.

*frustrated silence*

Joe: What can we do to improve the exchange rate?
Jason: We could invade Canada. Does anybody own a rifle?
Me: I have a .22. I'm not sure about bullets, though.
Jason: Bullets sound a bit like overkill. I wouldn't mind having at least four people, though.
Me: I just IM'd my sister-in-law; she said she's in, though I know you don't like temp labor.
Joe: I guess we can make it work. You guys don't mind working this weekend, do you?

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The Canadians Outwitted Us on Boxing Day

Rob: You taking any time off for Christmas?
Me: Yeah. I have PTO the two days after.
Rob: That's right. You guys don't get Boxing Day, do you?
Me: No. I think that is pretty much a Commonwealth thing. We're the revolutionaries, remember?
Rob: Sure, but while you were throwing off the yoke, you couldn't keep Boxing Day?
Me: I guess the Founding Fathers were too busy starting wars.
Rob: So why haven't you re-instituted it?
Me: Same reason, I suppose.
Rob: *chuckles*
Me: So what's the story with Boxing Day?
Rob: I don't know. I stay home and drink wine all day.

Something tells me I don't give Canadians enough credit.

mw