When I was growing up, my younger siblings and I used to love the VeggieTales videos. For anyone who is unaware, VeggieTales are computer-animated cartoons of talking vegetables with fun songs and a quirky sense of humor, which teach Christian lessons like kindness, friendship, and sharing. And that pirates don't do anything.
Whether it was about pirates, superheroes, or rubber-duck-loving kings, every VeggieTales show ended with a little song about what we learned today. Bob the Tomato hated that song, both because it would interrupt him while he was talking and because it's so very catchy that once you hear it, it Never. Gets Out. Of Your Head.
I have been humming that song all morning so far, because what I have learned today is that I should never, ever, ever complain that something in my workplace doesn't work right. (Fair warning: rant ahead.) Bellyache a little to coworkers, maybe, but make a formal complaint to management or some kind of suggestion box? No, no, no. Not ever, ever, ever.
Why should I not complain about things? I hear you ask, and rightly so. We're taught in school as children that if we don't speak up about things, they won't get fixed. Which is true. The problem is that in my place of employment, if you speak up about something, the response is basically, "Oh, you want it fixed? Fine. You fix it. Go on, we'll wait."
In my case, the problem I'm having is with conference rooms. We have a lot of conference rooms in our many buildings in the downtown area of this lovely city of mine, but the online database that is supposed to keep track of them all and allow us to schedule them for use is difficult to understand, badly organized, and almost never updated. Most conference room scheduling is actually done via paper planners.
Like a fool, when I was asked what frustrates me most about my job, I mentioned this database. With the result that I have now been told to "work on this issue". I have no skills in databases, no idea how to find out the information I need, and no desire for the "credit" I've been promised for doing this job I don't know how to do. All I want is not to have to make ten phone calls to book one conference room!
So, if your chapter is a little bit delayed, yet again, blame the latest addition to my enormous list of bosses, a very gung-ho sort of fellow who's not that much older than me but is convinced he is the one to single-handedly save my employer from its foolish ways. If his best strategy is to dump jobs on people that they don't want and aren't equipped to do, I doubt he's going to get very far.
All of which is a very long and ranty lead-in to the bad news that yes, Chapter 63 of Surpassing Danger is being delayed yet again. I'm sorry, truly I am, but if I can't focus, I can't write. I will work as quickly as I can, but I can't even promise that I'll have something ready for this Friday. My deepest apologies, and I hope to have better news later this week. Thanks, as always, for reading.