I Can Manage

Monday, October 29, 2007

I'm in Connecticut today. I came here at the behest of a client. The client feels that one of the other vendors on the project needs a bit of babysitting. How it's come to be my job to babysit her vendor I don't know. But it has.

So, here I am, sitting in a meeting where it is only my job to glance reassuringly at the client from time-to-time to remind her that everything will be OK. Though I'm not sure it's all going to be OK. But that's not your problem. Really, it isn't even my problem. Except that somehow, it is.

Also, somewhere along the line, my co-worker, who is tagging along on this trip to visit with other clients in the area, has decided that she needs to be involved in every detail of my travel. Saturday night she sent me a text message.

I'm wearing sweat pants tomorrow on the plane so feel free to wear something casual.

Umm... thanks. I wouldn't have known what to wear without you.

Then Sunday, as I stood in line at airport security in Salt Lake.

Where are you?

I'm a big boy and can get myself on a flight on time. I proved this by actually getting on the airplane... on time.

Once on the plane, she began talking shop immediately. It didn't take long before I finally just leaned back in my seat and turned on my iPod and laptop. This was Sunday. It was bad enough I had to spend my day off traveling. I didn't need to be a captive audience to a five-hour business meeting.

Perhaps her need to talk shop comes from the fact that we only have a work relationship. Fine. I get that. But saying nothing at all is always acceptable. Please, don't ruin my weekends.

Then this morning, as I sat eating breakfast at the hotel, she called.

I'm on my way there. I'll be out front in about fifteen minutes. Oh, and you can get breakfast in the hotel there if you want.

Golly, it's a good thing she called to let me know I was allowed to have breakfast. I'd have starved without her.

On top of making sure I know how to board a plane and get myself fed, she's taken upon herself to communicate with me every detail of her day. She called shortly before lunch.

I went up the road to meet with a potential new client and then met with the other people about that one project. I'm going to get some lunch and then I have to go up the road to meet with the people I came to meet with in the first place.

Yeah... about all that... I don't care. You don't work for me and I don't work for you.

Maybe she should consider writing a journal. Or the world's worst blog.

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