Yay for Kerri Walsh: Silicon Valley native, beach volleyball player, and now, with her teammate Misty May, Olympic gold medalist.

No boss for the past few days, which is nice, but he'll be back tomorrow I think. Hopefully I can get motivated to finish the checklist today.

I shouldn't have stayed up as late as I did last night, but it didn't help that I woke up at least twice. Both after dreams which I actually remember pretty well: one where I was helping train the 1980 Olympic hockey team (the one from Miracle), and one where I was assisting a young (attractive) woman find an apartment. In the latter one, I woke up right after she found out the apartment she wanted was hers, and was hugging me in gratitude. Rats.

I think I've mentioned Ron, our friend and tenant two weeks out of the month, before. This time his entire family tagged along. Which makes for a slightly crowded house, but not as big an inconvenience as you might expect: they've mostly been visiting local attractions and so forth. Then yesterday Ron's car (the one he keeps here for work purposes) completely dies on him. Estimate comes back with a dead transmission, needs to be replaced, two grand. Forget it. He's getting a new one. But in the meantime, we get to play musical cars, and I wind up hauling Dad to work on the way to the office this morning.

My grandmother has had on-again, off-again skin cancer for about a year now. The doctors think they've gotten rid of it, she's fine for a couple months, then it comes back again and the cycle repeats. Tomorrow they're upping the stakes and putting her on chemotherapy. If you're a believer in prayer, I'd appreciate it.

There's always the phone...

FlyinFish8: *collapses on his desk* That was painful...
CLCANVictoriaB: Oh yeah? What happened?
FlyinFish8: Another clear instance of Chris is from Earth, the boss is from somewhere in the Horsehead Nebula.
CLCANVictoriaB: XD Elaborate?
FlyinFish8: He thinks he's being clear on what he wants, and I think he's being clear on what he wants, but then when we actually check back with each other, we've gone completely different directions.
CLCANVictoriaB: O-o
FlyinFish8: Doesn't help that he wants me to "think for myself" (which means "think like I would").
CLCANVictoriaB: >_<
FlyinFish8: (He's "grooming me", see. He wants to be able to act on my own initiative and so forth, but only if I do it like he would. I'd much prefer it if he just gave me straight instructions.)
CLCANVictoriaB: *head desk* Gotta love people like that.
FlyinFish8: During our conversation, he shot down an addition to our ad I thought he wanted. Then he brings up a subject I'm far less familiar with and asks "Do you think X would make a good addition?"
FlyinFish8: And I'm thinking: "You just told me my earlier opinion is wrong; why are you asking about THIS now?"
FlyinFish8: While he's apparently thinking: "Let's see if Chris can make the right call here."
CLCANVictoriaB: *smacksmacks your boss*
FlyinFish8: Why can't he just say "Add X"?
FlyinFish8: Because he "doesn't want an automaton". Fair enough, except what he DOES want is another him.
FlyinFish8: Except one who can actually write, and understand techie things, and do all the stuff he can't.
FlyinFish8: Plus all the stuff he can.
CLCANVictoriaB: Sounds like he's SuperMegaBosOfDoom.
FlyinFish8: And the weird thing is? As far as I can tell, he has no clue how irritating or egotistical his behavior is.
FlyinFish8: He honestly means well. He's just so friggin' irritating about it!

*thinks about making this Friends Only, then decides he doesn't care if the boss finds it* *post*