Why Corporations Suck, Part Deux

So, the information I got from R. did not match what was announced publicly in a meeting, so I had to be a little tiny bit of a squeaky wheel to get what I want. Basically, they had pushed me down another level under another manager that will not have a clue what to do with me. Thus, I asked to be a direct report (non-management). I got it, which is good, because what R. wants, R may not get and I could be stuck in provisioning forever. I might as well get it to the point where I can deal with it...just in case.

I've learned something in my 17 years of dealing with corporate fuckwittage.[1]

Why don't I like June of 44? I should like June of 44. As one of my old friends from Chicago used to say to my "what are the like?": "like all the other bands you like, Nicole." But I don't like them. So there. I do like Mogwai and I also dig this obscure offshoot of GYBE called A Silver Mt. Zion. And GYBE was *just* here on Monday. And I found out today.

That just sucks.

This is the longest I have ever gone with no communication from Tino since March 8 of 1996. He *is* in England, but they *do* have phones and such over there. He called from Germany. I'm sure there is a good reason, and it's OK, ultimately...it's just very odd.