Not one of the Kewl Kids...

So... Erica has taken to excluding Mom from ... everything.  Butter Bear and Erica can be happy, but not Mom. Mom cannot get or give kisses, but everyone else can. And so on.  It's a phase, she's two so this is par for the course. But now I know how all those pimply Timmies feel.  I just want some love!

It's been a tough week. I have a micromanager acting for my boss. She doesn't listen and the rabble are starting to get upset. She wants to somehow understand the details of what we do within a few weeks. Keep in mind she has never worked in my branch of the Federal Civil Service. Knowing the minutae works if you rose through the ranks, but as soon as you get outside your section, you have to show your management chops. That means listening and she doesn't do that.  Ah well, I'll be in a new postition soon. My last day is in one week and one day. There I will be able to work under someone who has experience and who has been managing for years. Already I can see the difference: this new one came from a really busy office. They all had Blackberries and worked until 10PM. She knows what real pressure is like, she knows how to get stuff done.

Anyway: I am off.  My wee dictator needs some dinner.