The Big Bad Manager

So, I have had this utterly ridiculous idea of trying to post a blog every week day. It’s sort of like watching a canoe go out into a lake with a couple small holes in the bottom of the hull; you want to see how for it gets before it sinks entirely.

I thought I’d try talking about whatever comes to mind, and if nothing else, log the day before. I’m certain this will make good bedtime reading at some point with it’s snore inducing excitement, but it’s worth a try.

My husband’s work has been depriving me of his company for an extra hour and a half nearly every day. He works for a web security company (they make anti-viral/anti-spy ware) and unfortunately they have been gathering large corporate minded people into management. It’s not a massive company yet, and they are losing sight of the individual workers there, turning his job into mindless drone work. They also refuse to hire more people to cover all the support calls that come in. Hence he regularly works late (I’ve called him and heard some of conversations in the background, some of the people he has to help aren’t so bright).

It’s quite frustrating. I do actually like my husband, even when he frustrates me to no end, and I do like his company. We occasionally even do things together in the evening, but this is squelched at times because of his exhaustion when he finally crawls home. It will be nice when this is no longer the norm. Evil corporate money grubbers.

I hope their lawns die off and they get ingrown toenails.