I definitely am not going to have a good week. Because other people need to learn how to work with technology in our office, rather than relying on me to do it, I’ve been banned by my boss from participating in the major software launch slated for…oh…this WEDNESDAY.
While I concede that someone besides me needs to be marginally techno-savvy, there is little or no planning going on. In fact, 4 of the 5 people on the launch team are out of town until next week. The remaining person….well. She tries really, really hard. So pretty much all my questions about the transition from old to new are being answered with “I don’t know, but there’s a meeting on the 8th when everyone’s back in town.”
Did I mention this is a university-wide system?
I’m also having major issues with our new college web server, which was completely redone by a guy with major inferiority issues. So all changes must go through him. So he can have control.
Oh, and those changes? He’s in the upper peninsula for a week. (His absence is made more irritating by the generally agreed-upon workplace rule that you can’t openly call a coworker an incompetent asshat.)
All of of this, actually, is causing lots of stress, because for the last 5 years I’ve been the go-to tech and web person. And when things appear to be broken, I take the fall for it, even when I have nothing to do with it.
So, things were pretty crappy until I stopped at the library to drop off the latest Harry Potter. (My assessment matches Warren‘s, BTW.) While I was there I found a brand new album by Monserrat Figueras. This woman has an amazing voice, and Lux Feminae lets her shine.
If you listen to early music, you might recognize her name from Hesperion XXI. The Lux Feminae album is a series of compositions for female voice dating from 900-1600 (1000 years of unpopular music?).
My husband is a professional writer; I’m not.
My music reviews tend to lean towards “I like it, it has viol de gamba” or “I don’t like it, too many damn fiddles.” I’m not good at articulating in detail why I like some things, and not others, like he can.
All I can tell you is that her voice is magic. Right now, I’ve eaten some ice cream that I really shouldn’t have. I’m listening to crickets, katydids, and her beautiful music. I feel a lot, lot better.
I think things will turn out OK after all.