It has been busy the last couple of days, but they were also days when I made a discovery. You see, I mentioned a few days back just how good the Palm Desktop was. And it is -- it really rocks.

One thing it does is make it simple to annotate tasks so you don't forget to do them. So, the last few days as things come up that I need to do, I've been sticking them in my task list and getting them done, checking them off as they go.

Yesterday's task list was thirty-seven entries long. These are thirty-seven individual "must do" tasks that took long enough that I felt it necessary to annotate them. (So they don't count meetings, which are annotated elsewhere, or short answers to questions or fast repairs or decisions brought in to me by the staff with all their wholesome staffness). Thirty bloody seven.

Today was twenty-nine, though the day isn't done yet. I mean -- twenty nine. I could cry with the fatigue of it all. And the twenty-nine were interrupted by long sequences of students acting like idiots and doing stupid things and lying about it. Why the kids assume we the adults are all dumb as peat is beyond me, but there you go.

So, in the last two days, not counting meetings and boneheaded student actions, I've had sixty six crash priority tasks to accomplish, ranging from downloading software and getting it to the right people to arranging site licenses for antivirus software to swapping around the weekend duty list to ordering needed hardware. Oh, and parental phone calls. I love parental phone calls.

I'd say the Palm was a good investment, as it's keeping it all straight now. I was getting through it all regardless, but still. All this scares the pus out of me. I wonder how long I'll keep logs like this before I print my task list off, drop it on the Director of Personnel's desk and say "so, clearly I need an Assistant Manager too." Or, alternately, they could make me Assistant Headmaster of Technology, and hire a Manager of Information Technology to handle the day to day while I--

Hey, I can have unrealistic dreams too you know.

In unrealistic dreams news, Alaemon is going darned well. The weird thing is, people are discussing him all of a sudden on the In Nomine list. I'm throwing in my two cents as well, except that... well, my opinions will get codified into fact. I know this is just a role playing game, but it's still a change in my approach.

I've resisted shouting "Hah! I am the King of the Prince of Secrets!" Because honestly, who'd care?

Eileen and I tested the irDa ports on our Palms today. We beamed our business cards to each other. It only took ten minutes of "oh wai-- no, that's not it. Ack! I'm getting your family entries! The He-- why does this say searching while mine says downloading?"

It scares me that immediately afterward, Eileen looked at a friend and said "yeah, Eric just beamed me, and then I beamed him. It was fantastic." I carefully didn't say anything, though Mason quoted Spaceballs.

Back to writing. And this weekend shall be a mighty one for the pen! Hah hah!