I have no lackey, and I must scream.

Being a manager must be fun. And not just a small dose of fun, either. I'm talking big, gooey, house-sized gobs of fun.

See, my manager just made the decision that someone has to be here at 9am, or work from home starting around then. Sadly, he decided this today, at 9am, by staying home until... 5 minutes ago?

Of course, did I mention that we're in an internal support position, and not the Panda-type, either? We have to actually walk to the system in question and fix it, or in the case of our people in Germany, be accessible via telephone, and capable of handling everything as if we're in the office. Yes, the VPN works, but there's no interface to showing the telephone guys how to wire the new conference tables (yes, wire. the. table.) Oh, and that's his job, not mine. Whoops.

Come my 12-month review, if I don't see some serious compensation for the ulcer this sort of idiocy is giving me, I'm going to a job that does one of two things:

1) Reduces idiocy for the same pay.
2) Increases pay for the same level of idiocy. Then I can buy some fancy medication for my stress, and no longer care.

Or maybe I just need a lackey.