Caterwauling

There’s this delight online who can’t get me out of their head.

I peek in every couple of days to see if they should go as a sane person for Halloween, since no one would ever guess it’s them.

Check, check.

Which is it, was I just a blip and nothing and it wasn’t a relationship … or am I some ex-girlfriend who’s allegedly posting songs about an ex-boyfriend?

Also ya silly nincompoop, the song is about being in a relationship and meeting someone else new. And also ya friggin’ nut, it was on my car radio and I thought it had a good beat. I didn’t even look up the lyrics till you obsessed about it in (en?) tweet.

When you need help with that “sane person” costume, LMK.

I gave a friend a reference to work at a company where an old boss works.

Two days in, she hates it.

I Googled him and found a fairly recent YouTube video featuring him.

His ability to blather for 47 minutes like he’s the smartest person on earth still takes my breath away.

She and I worked for another guy who was super nice but provided zero in the way of leadership.

It got me to thinking about which is worse: bad leadership or NO leadership at all?

It really all came down to empowerment, for me.

I had the lousiest of leadership, but he also got the F out of my way after he was done obfuscating, boring and excoriating me.

Then fast-forward a few years, and the other stayed right the F in my way after ofuscating, boring and excoriating me.

The latter never did tell me how to please them. Just reminded me that I didn’t. Eventually I quit trying.

These days, I have just the right mix of involvement and getting out of the way. For the most part, the involvement is valuable and valid.

Anyway, you don’t really appreciate good leadership until you’ve had the other kinds.

I always loved starting new WordPress blogs. The very first sample post was titled “Hello, world,” and it hinted at all the possibilities that your brand-new blog held.

I thought about this blog today. Not how it’s been offline for a million years. But how I started it before I left Pennsylvania. How it helped me reason my way through Virginia, Maryland and a trip down I-95 to South Florida.

My return here from beyond the veil today doesn’t mean I’ll be providing whack-off fodder to folx who — based on a meme they recently posted — finally realized that I don’t get jealous of losers.

Or maybe I will. Post, that is. Never get jealous. XD

Talk soon … maybe.