Love to all. Even you.

It occurred to me today that I should just fire everyone.

Now, this isn’t quite the Big Deal that it seems, because out of my two full-time employees, one has already quit (an amicable and entirely proper split). The other one is a nice person who does a subset of what I do. She’s pretty good at it, but I’m not sure how I need to reconfigure things if I want to keep the company lean, nimble, and efficient.

Don’t get me wrong: firing one person sucks. I just didn’t want to imply that I was running some sort of massive operation here.

I’ve gotten a lot of advice from folks… including the person who’s leaving. It’s been suggested that yes, I clear the decks and hire a super-capable office person/personal assistant, and go all crazy on my own. It’s been suggested that I stick with employee number 3, and hire a part-time billing and collections person.

I have no idea what to do… and this is the worst time for me to think about it, because I’m exhausted.

Anybody out there want to work for a pro-choice, pro-gray, hetero catholic father of three? With hypomania?

Heh.

Love to all. Even you, Mr. “Change that to red.”

So, I have to review a lot of emails as part of my regular job. A lot. I was just doing that here in Orlando (yay, two jobs at once!). It’s 9:38pm and I’ve been here since 7:15am, so I’m starting to get a little punchy.

Someone (who I don’t know) wrote me an email, and they started with “Hi, Rich! How’s life?”

So I wrote them back:

Dear [name withheld],

It’s been so long since you’ve written, I was beginning to think you returned to the Sorbonne.

Me, I’ve been okay. After a brief stint in the Oregon State Penitentiary, I was released, with ankle bracelet, and immediately embarked on a new career as a nautical engineer. Sadly, that venture failed spectacularly, and eventually came to rest at the bottom of the Indian Ocean. Seven years later, I found myself hiding out in a single-room flat in Clackmannanshire.

Then, monkeys. So many monkeys.

Was that overboard? I don’t know. It felt good, though.

Love to all. Even you, the chicken organizer.

So, I went back to the room after being onsite for 14 hours. While in the room, I missed two phone calls saying that the Senior VP (and master of the Main Client Account) couldn’t play a particular media file, and could I fix it right away?

Sadly, my personal cell phone had died, and nobody thought to try me on the show phone, via email, or by calling my room.

Fuck.

Love to all. Even you, alarm clock.

AIM: richchampionable
YAHOO: rich_championable

Feel free to IM me, until it freaks me out too much and I shut that shit down.

Love to all.

…or it’s going to suck.

It’ll totally rock if it’s just me. It’s a kickin’ suite and it has two TVs and I can sleep in one of two beds, or both. Fun!

It’ll totally suck if I wind up with a roommate. After twelve years with Maggie, I’m not too fond of sleeping near someone I don’t know. Bleah. Thing is, I would be totally happy in a Japanese-style micro-room, too. I just can’t handle roommates.

I’m pretty sure I’m solo, though.

Either way, I don’t think I’m going to be here too much except to sleep, so there won’t be much time to dance naked, anyway. Not, um, that I would do that.

Okay. Quick coffee, then off to the show.

Love to all. Even you, Cliff the Van Driver who not-so-subtly implied that I had stolen one of those kick-ass vibrating pager-thingies.