Wednesday, June 04, 2008

• Things were getting a little better, and now they're not so good again. I really need a vacation, alone or with a friend or something. No kids. No contact with the boss.
  
  Mr. S really prides himself on his "ability" to "think outside the box." He gets frustrated with me because he doesn't think I think creatively enough, but usually he's looking for a solution to a problem that (a) doesn't exist, or (b) I know nothing about. For example, we have a complicated computer network authored by our systems administrator, who works for us on an on-call basis. I understand the basics of the network, but nothing beyond that. One time our internet connection went down, and we have a backup connection for emergencies. Mr. S asked me to switch to the backup connection. Well, I have no idea how to do that and I told him so, and he said, "well, think about it and get an idea!" Because, you know, if I think hard enough, I can probably figure out what commands to use to run a script that Joe wrote himself! I told Joe this, and he laughed and said there was no way I could possibly just figure out how to do that.
  
  Well, this morning, we were having an issue with the printer not printing in quite the way Mr. S wanted--a certain area of a black and white map wasn't as dark as he thought it should be. I tried printing it in color, which made the area a sort of blue-gray. I thought it looked really good and the darker area was a lot easier to see. When he asked me how I was going to solve the problem, I told him that printing in color made a real difference and he said that was "totally ludicrous" and he was not going to print in color. I swear, I think he just loves to be unhappy.
  
  Anyway, so much for creative thinking.
  
  Things with my kid are kind of better and kind of worse. The stress is the same.

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