The fetal position is a Good Thing(tm).

The reason I haven't posted much is because... well.. I'm boring.

Boring, boring, boring. A little bit charming, a little bit funny -- but nonetheless the Mayor of Dullsville. The Governer of the State of Coma. Prince Valium, dammit!!

Well, things have changed. Oh, mind you, I haven't suddenly gotten thrilling or anything (heaven forbid!). But things at work have become spastically manic.

Surreal "business 'politics'" = excitement!? And back we go to the fetal position.

Top management is in retirement. He rolls over more than my precious Lab.
The department in question is run by Evil Female with the department head (part-time) as her Meat Puppet.
Us? We? We're trying to do the Right Thing, god damn it! To them we might seem arrogant or stonewalling, I'm sure. But we're the ones with the technical knowledge. Shouldn't they, as customers, ask for a final product, lie back, and wait for a beta product to test?

Only in a sane world.

Your a talented chef. Instead of the patrons ordering a nice meal and waiting, chatting and sipping on white Zinfendahls, they barge in tell you how to cook, what ingredients to use and "oh, by-the-way here's our cousin Melvin, he makes Spagehettios real good! He'll be assisting you."

Oh and Melvin is going to be paid as much as two or three of your staff combined!

The most insane part is that there is no contractual obligation for Melvin. He can Sit-On-Ass and still get paid.

Part of this is the symptom spending money you don't earn. Part of this is the Meat Puppet discovering there is a hand up his ass, but wanting a dignified disengagement.

Dear MP,

It didn't work for Nixon; it won't work for you.

Signed,
Fetal.