The weekend in movies

Redbox takes my money, and gives me diversions.

Friday night: RED. Just because it makes me smile.

Saturday morning (during the second bread rise): Robin Hood (the new one with Russel Crowe) - Wasn't nearly as bad as I'd feared. Fun movie, lovely eye candy. I swear that man could just stand there and read me the phone book and I'd be a happy camper.

Saturday night: Young Catherine. This was actually a free-on-demand movie, apparently made for TV in the 80's, 90's? I'm not sure how accurate it was in portraying the live of the woman who was to become Catherine the Great, but again, good for a diversion.

Sunday night: Despicable Me. It was cute. I felt it was a little lacking, but the story was sweet. I laughed hard at him waking up with a doll's head in his bed, al la the Godfather.

It was a very productive weekend - house is clean, 2 batches of bread baked, laundry is 90% done, exercise was had, and 2 more steps made on the lunchbox project (first coat of paint, fabric for liner purchased.) It's crazy how much I can get done, and how much healthier I feel when I'm not at work for a few days.

Next weekend - either staying home or going to Mudthaw. I have to make a few inquiries.
- K.

With a passion of a thousand burning suns....

The corporate workplace is littered with the use of buzz words. It usually goes something like this:
Guy who successfully ran a business and sold it for millions of dollars writes a book.
Guy (or woman) uses a Catchy Term to summerize a complex thought.
People buy the book, and think it's God's gift to middle management.
These same people then abuse the living daylights out of Catchy Term.

There is a term being used (and abused) around my workplace right now.
I actually hate myself a little for just typing it...

"Solution Space".*

*Heaves a great, soul-clearing sigh*.

I have heard it used as such:
"Well, I'm not here to provide Solution Space."
(Then what good are you to me and why do we pay you?)

"Well, I don't want to get into Solution Space."
(Then why are we having a meeting?)

I'm a Solver. I'm paid to be a Solver. I sit here and Solve. I solve with pretty pictures, dry wit, and a great phone voice, (I've been complemented on it a number of times when dealing with vendors, actually.)

Little problems: "OMGeezies! How do we fit the 45 words of French where the 20 words of English used to be?!"

Medium sized issues: "Well, we can't afford $83 per display unit, though you've already taken the vendor over a barrel, and they would likely loose money to produce it for us. Find us a better solution."

Large Situations: "The display, now nearly throughly destroyed by an errant forklift, is stuck in Brazillian Customs, and we need it in Sao Paulo tomorrow or we loose the account. Brazil won't release it because it's missing it's fumigation documentation."

I live in Solution Space. There is no other plane of existence for me here. They eff it up, I solution it back to presentable.
"Solution Space" is metalic and bitter in my throat, because it's used as a responsibility slough. No one declares, "Ok! *clap clap* Time for Solution Space!"
No, everyone uses it to duck actually providing anything remotely useful to the Solvers, and leaves it to the Solvers to solve; those who never needed a word for the plane they move in.

Wow, it's been a Monday full of pisstivity.


*Is the Arch-nemesis to it's evil twin, "Ideation".