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This week saw the Hekawi attack, sort of. It was like something out of a lame British play. Some psuedo chief of the Hekawi was pissed becasue I told one of the run-of-the-mill lusers that realators had been in looking at the building, which is true. What the psuedo-chief forgot is that I don't work here anymore, I just have a cube in this building. The psuedo-chief couldn't get me fired if he wanted to. What did they do instead? They tried to pile on all sorts of work, which I was only too happy to take on - provided they all put in work tickets first. I have never seen so many people look so confused about what to do next as I did that day.

You see, the common Hekawi luser needs to call our India help desk to enter a ticket, and since all of the work I was being assigned was non-IT, the help esk wouldn't take the ticket. Meanwhile I arranged for the receptionist to do the non-IT work which made her happy. She is now in charge of the phone list, the names on the in-out board, the cube name plates, the conference room schedule, and calling the phone company when lusers have a phone problem.

The psuedo-chiefs are still mad at me, but I am immune from their hate.

Seems as though the VLC wants to unload the ol' fort. They've been running realtors through all week - on the Q.T., of course. Don't want to spook the Hekawi. Looks like its time to start looking elsewhere to spend my time. Fun while it lasted.

So the wannabe IT head of the Hekawi (obscure F-Troop refence becasue I just can't bring myself to refer to the management at my primary location as anything like competant) has been demoted. I believe "reposted" would be a good Hekawi word for what happened. He is now in charge of special IT projects. Good luck to him since he has no standing in the VLC IT dept. and my boss can't stand him. It just means that he is REALLY looking to take my job. Believe me, if I could find a different job he could have mine.

Major Fambrough is here doing a tour of his territory and my review. While he is here I am working my tail off trying to fulfill every little whim the lusers have. This makes them willing to shut up while the major is here. Sounds like a lot of work and it is, but it is only a few times of year.

Received my P.R. in the pony express today. Facinating read. Pity it has no real corelation to my job, but then neither does Major Fambrough. I love a boss who makes decisions about your job performance based on what lusers tell him instead of what he observes. The luser mentality is simply "what have you done for me lately" and anything that isn't running the way they think it should is "broken", regaurdless of whether or not it is running the way it is supposed to run.

Oh well, nothing I can do about it.

I'll just need to find another job since this one will suck in galactic terms. Been there, done that, don't want to do it again. If I have to prove that I am doing my job - the same job I have been doing successfully for eight years, mind you - if I have to prove it again to another PHB, I am out of here. WHY CAN"T THEY READ THE @#$% OLD P. R.s? Glowing reviews, every one of them. Eight years - EIGHT @#$% YEARS! Now I have to start over and I don't even get the promise of better pay.

Keep my head down, nose to the grind stone, hide in my cube, close all of the tickets as soon as I get them. Game the system as much as possible. Ya. Hoo.