"may i introduce mr. king to you?"

my boss told another boss at yesterdays meeting

"he is my fugleman and will soon occupy an important position in our company."


well... fugleman means "rechte hand" in german so i was immediately wondering: if my boss does the same dirty stuff with his right hand than i do with mine, i am probably going to take a rain check on this offer.

i have worked 47 days in this company now and as a result tomorrow 6 people are going to get fired plus another 6 are going to get this.

although this is probably necessary for the sake of the company i feel like shit. my boss however is a happy camper.

conversation at work today:

"so are you going to be our new ceo mr. kingofmonks?"

"me? no. definitely not!"

"hm... then are you going to be our new sales director?"

"me? no. i don´t think so!"

"well... what are you going to be then?"

"not sure. ...yet."

as of yesterday evening the quest for "who is going to be the new boss" is over. sat down with potential boss #2 and had an excellent meal accompanied by an even more excellent bottle of red wine (which he both paid for) and after 3 hours of talking he agreed to my terms. smart move on his side if i might say so.

well, it is going to be heidelberg and yes i am going to relocate and live there as well as this was his only request and who am i to offend my boss anyway.

but for now: sabbatical until the end of march (with a few minor exceptions) so pls do not disturb or bring a bottle of wine and/or do not wear any undies when you do.

...and looking for a new job.

feels quite good though.

"you have been forwarded to a voicemail system. however, the person at 7864 is not subscribed to this system. good bye." said the automatic female voice at the other end of the line just a minute ago.

this is neat: buy a voicemail system. install it. create user accounts and then allow your users not to subscribe to the system so that a caller get´s fucked off when trying to leave a message. what where you people at bt thinking? not too much obviously.

him: "hey king, you look like hell!"

me: "that´s strange, because i feel like crap!"

this is actually the first time in quite a while, that i have failed. not that the task was that complicated or difficult. it was actually quite simple, or at least doable, but i still failed due to the fact that i was not able to concentrate myself on what i was doing. and i have tried three evenings in a row, but all i can achieve is mambo-jambo that noone - let a lone me - wants to read. damn.

there is a bright side to this however: now there is absolutely not doubt in my mind, that the batteries are drained. unfortunately i see no possibility to recharge them in the near future. not good. not good at all.

next stop: talk to the boss tomorrow. see what he has got to say about this.

just not sure yet which one and when, but it is going to happen or i will have to kill someone. painfully. very, very painfully. or two. or three. or all of them.

you know you are working too much on the computer when you are actually trying to end a phonecall by hitting the escape key (and are kind of disappointed that it did not work).