23 March 1999

I am over-qualified for my job.

Two of my co-workers have told me so, so it isn't just me saying this out of over-weening ego. I'm teaching people how to send email, how to re-arrange their toolbars, how to sort and cut and paste and do all the things that you would think that people who work for a high-end computer company would know how to do. I actually had a 23-year old co-worker tell me that she's afraid of computers. That's like saying you're afraid of pencils, as far as I'm concerned.

It's terribly frustrating and boring. I'm busy, but none of it is work-related. My heraldry clients have the neatest, tidiest submissions in the Knowne World, though. I feel like a dope, not having anything to do, but there it is -- I'm too good for this job.

It's not like I'm really hiding my light under a bushel, either. They had my resume; all I can think of is that they either thought this job would be harder or they didn't really read it.

I'm applying for jobs, too. I just want to do something that actually taxes my brain, rather than turning it to mush. I am currently finding a greater intellectual challenge in figuring out a tablet weaving loom than I am in my professional life. Is it any wonder that I have this desire to do textile-related things instead of work? I'd just as soon be home, warping a loom or working on my Russian garb as be here, dabbing at my neck as my mushy brains run out my ears and down my neck.

Do I sound frustrated? Gee, I wonder why.

I am aware that I also sound terribly conceited. Well, feh. Deal.

I'm cranky today. I think this started Saturday (and no, Eclipsic, it has nothing to do with you). I was disappointed that he and I didn't hook up for the SCA event, and I was even more disappointed in the event itself. It was not particularly well-organized, in my opinion. There was no schedule of events, nothing to do if you weren't fighting, fencing, or in the Arts and Sciences competition, and nothing was announced (well, not very well). If I had seen anyone who looked like a herald and wasn't a Kingdom Herald I would have offered my services, but I didn't see anyone.

I actually didn't start to have fun until Court. My friend's husband won the A&S competition in woodworking, and a little girl was inducted into the Order of the Tyger's Cub, and one lady was elevated to the Order of the Laurel, which was wonderful to see. On the downside, there was a delay in tallying the A&S results (will someone tell me why the Queen had to run around looking for a calculator? Prior planning, people!), and that pushed Court and subsequently, the feast, back by two hours.

Sunday was just bleah. I won't go into it. Let's just say that communication, vital as it is, can sometimes just suck.

Monday, I thought it was time for an ark. It poured all morning. I stepped out of my truck into a flood plain. (Did I mention I was wearing sneakers?) My feet got wet and my socks were damp for most of the rest of the day. I hate that.

Today I got to work and the system on which I do all my work was down, and we were asked to stay off it for the entire day. I bet you no longer wonder why I'm bored. It's enough to make Marvin the Paranoid Android look positively chipper.

Later, gang.