Hah! It’s actually April 2nd. Gotcha.

In other news, today was stupid meeting day, and for the first time in longer than I can remember it wasn’t cancelled. These aren’t the type of stupid meetings where you just have to sit there and pretend to be somewhat interested in the proceedings (or at least not start snoring), but the kind that the mid-level mucky muck insists on having so he can grill everybody and make us all feel uncomfortable and hate our lives even more than we ordinarily do. So we’ve been quite happy to have the goddamn things cancelled, but today it appeared that the show would actually go on. This of course led to lots of fear and loathing, and I actually came to work early in order to properly prepare myself for discussing just what the fuck it is I do around here.

Of course mister mid-management was late to the meeting, and it was my hope that I could get my part over with before he showed up, but much to my delight he never showed up. I was torn between relief and pique that he feels he can get us all filled with angst and then not only not show up for the stupid meeting that he insists on scheduling every month, but doesn’t even bother to send an e-mail saying he won’t attend.

Something tells me that if I did that, I’d hear about it.

But, whatever. I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and the stupid meetings are both more comfortable and more productive when it’s “just us” in attendance.

In other news, I happened to go to my LinkedIn page today (because some guy in Mumbai looked at my profile, and I was hoping he was hiring though it would be kind of a long commute) and in the list of “people you might know” or whatever it is that they have there was a guy who was “connected” to me in some convoluted way (like, he worked with some guy I once worked with, but not at the same place I worked at). Anyhow, the amusing part was that I actually know the guy.

By “know” I mean I met him about once, and that happened to be when I was delivering my oldest stepdaughter to his house on the night of the Senior Ball (for the high school I actually graduated from 20 years earlier – though I of course didn’t go to the Senior Ball).

I was pressed into service that night because my wife was working for Hospice or the VNA or some damn thing, and I had to go and meet the parents and take pictures, which was pretty awkward for me, since I was born without social skills.

Hard to believe, but that was almost 16 years ago. Time sure does fly. Except when you’re stuck at work until five o’clock.