January 30th, 2010


Xanadu dream

By the way, I'm going to see Lou Reed in April. I'm excited about that.

So I dreamed I went to the theater in London that was showing Xanadu: the Musical on the day before its last performance, and there was the woman playing Kira in the lobby, all sad and mopey. I had a program with me I'd just been giving for free because they had a lot left. "Don't worry about it closing," I said, "Xanadu is a great show. You're a great actress, umm, umm" (as I flipped through the program to find her name).

"It's XXX," she said, "and if I was great, you would have known. You didn't even bother seeing the show, did you?"

"No," I admitted. There were two more performances but I was going to slack off and hang out with my friends instead. "I love it, though, I love the music and I know all of the songs."

"That's great," she said, "I don't want to perform. You do it. You'd be better."

So ... there I was, getting the costume and makeup on, going out to perform Kira in a play. There was a scene with an old woman at the beginning, who nodded at me. It was great! It was a rush! Like magic, I knew all of the dance routines, the dialogue, everything.

During the intermission, someone came up to me: there had been a terrible tragedy. The old woman in act two had had a heart attack. Everyone in the cast was crying. The original Kira said, "I'm going to stop feeling sorry for myself and go back and do the show." Since I suddenly realized I didn't know the script at all, I was okay with it, and she explained to me how it would help energize the rest of the cast. I watched the rest of the show from the wings, then came onstage to play an audience member in the final club scene.

When it all ended, I found out it was all a hoax; the old woman had never died. Since Xanadu is about a place that "makes dreams come true," every night the first act is performed by a fan, whom has to be replaced in Act 2 when the real singing chops were called for. I did tell them about my idea for Xanadude, about a guy who only wants to own a drag club. Then I woke up and realized it was all a dream, and decided (since it was nice and cold outside) I'd go back to sleep and see what other great things my brain came up with, in this case a nice conversation with me and Harold Pinter in a park.

Today is going to be all about cleaning the house - the pile of laundry in my room is at wading depth and the bathroom hasn't been touched since before I busted my tailbone. I'm pretty well healed, now, so it's time to get back on the horse. But first, breakfast.

I am senior manager. Hear me stir shit up.

So. There are many problems at my workplace. One is lack of documentation (shock!). Another is single points of (human) failure, like "if this person gets hit by a bus our project will collapse because no one else can do it."

And Thursday one of my employees did a presentation on a project she's been working on and made a mention on how it's been hard work since there is so little documentation on it.

And on Friday I was asked to approve a test plan for that very project that noted "because there is no ACTUAL DOCUMENTATION on how this works technically, the test plan may suffer some inadequacies" (in the risk section). Admittedly it was written based on some very in-depth knowledge of the product from the test team, but still, there concern about it being inadequate was on the money.

So I rejected the test plan, and said that until the documentation was PRODUCED, the test plan could not be considered adequate.

Let's see what hornets' nest I shook up come Monday. The project manager is going to be shitting because his project can't be done on time unless the test plan is accepted. I can't wait for them to turn to "Mr. Single Point of Failure" and tell him to get that shit out of his head and ONTO some PAPER (no sense hoping it might actually be in a computer). Woo woo, I am Queen Test, FEAR ME.

Oh yeah. The Silver Fox? He types with two fingers. Guess in his earlier days they had "girls" to do that work for him.