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2002-04-25 - 7:18 p.m. Bullfrogs and bonsai Jeremiah was a bullfrog. What is it about that song that makes me so happy? A time when I was 16 years old driving around with Jenny singing at the top of our lungs. Windblown 80s hair, sunglasses, root beer, cool mountain breezes. Snidely, the Project N scientist says I've completely lost lock on your meetings. Can you send me a meeting maker notice for that? Cause the agendas I email out weekly are not getting through to you? Well, that's not convenient for me. That doesn't put the notice in my Palm Pilot. Rant: I think professional adults should be able to track their own schedules rather than whining about having to think for themselves. Everyone used to keep a calendar. Wrote down action items and appointments like adults. Then came email - which led to Can you email me a reminder? Within a few years, came You'll type up all these things you're saying and send me a copy? When did we all become too lazy to keep track of our own lives? What happened to personal responsibility? Accountability? I bet gadget girl manages to write down stuff in her palm pilot/wireless phone/can opener. Burl reached a new low today. One of our subsystems experts left our meeting because she was *done* with her (supposedly) lead engineer yelling at her because she (gasp) dared to put forth the notion of making a *plan* that involved communicating the same information to everyone on the project. He rudely patronized her, told her it was pointless, and blew off her technical and programmatic concerns. I swear, if it'd been me, I would've laid my business card on the table and asked Burl to call me when he was ready to have a professional, productive discussion. But, props, cause she held it together well. Finally threw her hands in the air and said "Fine, if you're determined to proceed this way. It's a mistake, but fine." I stayed on my island of calm with the Legally Blonde soundtrack playing in my head. Spent the afternoon working on my beloved, low-drama, highly motivating project that loves me. Can it get worse? Oh, yes. I really need a manager to take over all the Project N coordination and scheduling crap that falls under my 'temporary' responsibilities. They've interviewed someone I've worked with before. Oh my - this is a person who is so busy taking care of themselves and telling everyone how wonderful they are, they never do any work. I told the Project N people that would be enough to make me quit and open an Italian restaurant. Told my boss putting me on Project N full time and I would be seeking another position. It's all about knowing your limits. No one can take advantage of you without your permission. Bonsai tree in my office window. Perhaps a little fountain or pond. A nice home for the tiny ceramic frog from my bookshelf. Jeremiah was a bullfrog... � � � 
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