Everyone is Incompetent But Me

I'm having an interesting day at work here, kids. Most of our team is away at a meeting. Although I staffed said meeting last year, I was not asked to work on it this year. Just as well because I hate trade shows. The sorts of duties I performed last year are the kind I can do in my sleep because I did them so much at my very first job--meeting planning sorts of stuff; talking points; making sure VIPs are where they should be and doing what they should do; press releases; media lists; to-do lists; boxes of every random office supply you may need plus some safety pins, breath mints, a lighter and that emergency smoke (for anyone who needs it). It's common knowledge that I'm pretty much over that stuff. But apparently not so well known that I rock at it when forced to do it. My tyrannical bosses at my first job beat into me the fear of screwing up, and this fear has since evolved into a highly efficient way of running a show.

But the show isn't my problem this year, because I'm not there. But being here and not there, I have noticed some things that apparently didn't happen. I won't bore you with the details, but lets just say that I saved the day several times this morning between the hours of 9 am and 11 am. Amid all this, were my emails to the IT department checking in on a service that I requested two weeks ago. IT denied knowledge of such request, but I was able to back up my story with evidence: the original (well-written, friendly) email. Boo-ya! Take that. To which I received the most satisfying reply: "I stand corrected. We'll have it to you today." I know it's obnoxious, but nothing delights me more than the realization that I'm right. Especially when my skills and ability to take charge are overlooked.

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Reading this entry is funny to me now that it's late afternoon and I have crashed from the morning's coffee high. Right now, with little left on my plate, I sit contemplating the mortality of Anna Nicole Smith.