Adele has become the Norah Jones of 2012.

I believe I've mentioned before the small-world fact that I know the guitar player/music director for Sugarland, or, as we call it, the Antichrist. (Sometimes knowing too much about band members is not a good thing.)

I went to high school with Brandon, who has a wacky moustache and sometimes plays the accordion. He sat in front of me in calculus. I think he has a pretty good attitude about his minor celebrity/proximity to actual celebrity (the main dude is his brother).

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Huh. Nifty.

I try and not have bottled water, though.

Just had the longest call with my boss. Maybe we talked an hour after the meeting ended? Like, he was furious again, and started yelling, and then apologised for the yelling...

I said, fine. Last time we did this, I went away with a plan, and that plan didn't work, so I want another plan--I want to know from you what I should have done differently/right/better.

Then I went off the record. I told him the last time I enjoyed working, and with whom, and why. I told him I was still liable for results, but I had no one useful to manage, so I was literally hitting up people in other departments to try and get them to do our work, or straying across boundaries and doing it myself.

"I can't get results because everyone on my team sucks. I was good working with the developer than left in March. You're mad at me for not getting results, and I accept I should have made this explicit earlier. But my manager knows no work is getting done, that everyone we do have is spinning their wheels, and I don't know when's appropriate to go over her head to you. But eveyrthing, every issue, is reported to her on a weekly, if not daily basis. I assume it's reasons beyond my ken why nothing actually gets fixed about the situation."

I'm sort of confused that you have a manager who is not your boss? I would use those words interchangeably.

But eveyrthing, every issue, is reported to her on a weekly, if not daily basis. I assume it's reasons beyond my ken why nothing actually gets fixed about the situation."

Which is about as tactful way as possible to lay the blame on your manager.

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I've done it! It's fun.

Wow, you guys, I really feel like hell. I went back to bed and slept for three hours, which is really not like me. Now I'm making avgolemono for dinner. I may actually stay home again tomorrow and not even go to my interview.

Is it bad that I have a hard time believing this? But think its almost o GoodStuff worthy. Which is sad.

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I believe I've mentioned before the small-world fact that I know the guitar player/music director for Sugarland, or, as we call it, the Antichrist. (Sometimes knowing too much about band members is not a good thing.)

I love Sugarland. Glad I am living in ignorant bliss.

Huh.