Now I'm Just Whining

So I'm off to visit the world for a few days, as part of my incarnation as a busy software company executive wannabe. What? You didn't know about that? Yeah. I lead a number of professional and semi-professional lives, two of them related to boardgaming (see the Diplomacy thing).

By day, on days when I can't avoid it, anyway, I'm the project manager for a global public health program that's housed at a U.S. government agency (it's not a government program, but the funder gave the money to the government). By night, I'm a teenage tiger and a goo-goo muck. Wait, that's not right. By night, I'm a busy software company executive wannabe. Okay, not so busy, because we have no product, and no revenue, and no customers. Yet. But let me tell you, that endless railing at my two partners, who are the busy programmers producing our wannabe product, that gets exhausting and stuff. In fact, I think I need a lozenge.

In between all that, by which I mean when I'm pretending to work on my other jobs, I'm the Director of Competition, or some such twaddle, for a big Diplomacy hobby organization. We're hosting the World Diplomacy Championships this summer in DC. I'm the one delegating everything to my horrible teammates and cleaning up their messes and all that. And I still have to be pretty when Mr. Trump shows up. It's so unfair.

So where I'm off to this weekend is Columbus, for some big show of geekery, where we may debut a demo of our actual product. That is, if my partner Mr. Bigglesworth can take the game code that was just cleared from testing yesterday and wrap the communications code around it without hosing everything up entirely. Since Mr. Bigglesworth didn't find my email from yesterday until this morning, I'm feeling a tad pessimistic about the possibilities here. But I'll get to sit next to him on the airplane and nag him while he writes the code.

So what am I trying to say here? Well, the real message here is that I'm meeting Gothmog this weekend. This raises all kinds of fears. I've met (in person) probably a dozen and a half people that I originally met on the Internet. What if Gothmog is, like, the one of those who sucks? What if he has a hot wife and she likes me? What if the voices in my head tell me not to maintain my usual policy on not farting on the first date? What if travelling to Ohio makes me a Republican? What if not having a lighter on an airplane makes me try to set my shoes on fire with matches?

Life's just too fucking complicated.