On the one hand, work today was marred by a meeting, 1.5 hours long, at which I realized that at least one of my superiors is not a mere manager type but actually the first true incompetent for whom I've ever (knowingly) had the displeasure of working. I tend to assume that managers simply won't know the ins and outs of the job, technically speaking - you can say they don't have to, and probably they don't, but it's offensive to me that they wouldn't even know how to learn. Still, that's just personal preference. But this boss (a few levels above me in the Big Company food chain) is just...well, how do I put this? Venal, myopic, and venomous, like a spiteful child. A genuine liability. But whom do you tell? No one, my boy.
Damn, I didn't realize how spoiled I've been! Turns out the thoroughgoing embrace of solid competence and intellectual curiosity at MIT isn't actually the way things are elsewhere! All this time I've only assumed that to be the case. Turns out I was right, more's the pity. And my dad was telling me so all along. Smart man. Very much so - but wise too.
On the other hand, I'm writing music reviews now for a local paper, no it's not The Tech. So that's something.
(He smiles, a little excited.)
First on the docket: an overall not displeased (and yet not blown away) review for Mice Parade's new album!
