Relative utility and crankiness
There are days where my utility in the workplace is … questionable. Today, the highlight of the afternoon was my verification that the videoconference unit went into standby mode after the requested delay. For the record, the camera did it’s sleepy dance two minutes early. If I hadn’t been there, the question would still remain.
It doesn’t matter, much. Other days I’m the caped superhero, assuring that user problems are banished from the cubicle farm. Some folks even offer a “thank you”, when the crisis ends. Quite enough to keep me getting up each morning and taking the long ride into the city (although the pay envelope is an added incentive).
This evening, I can hear the roar of jet aircraft, but each run to the front yard has left me feeling a little foolish. It might be sound effects from a neighbour (not likely). Or stealth planes (even less likely). The evening news broadcast mentioned Snowbirds (not a reference to retired folk in Florida). Perhaps there’ll be photos in tomorrow’s newspaper. I can hardly restrain my enthusiasm.’
The mayor has found another windmill to tilt. He’s decided that the pension fund of municipal employees is underfunded. Not a word about who underfunded what (because I know that the employees were required to pay their full share). Odd how his highness (shortie) believes his own fiction. An election, next year? Some of us can’t wait. From where I sit, there are far too many indesirables representing me right now.
Guess I am getting to be old and cranky.
