Happy feet! I've got those hap-hap-happy feet!
Give them a low-down beat
And they begin dancing!
I've got those ten little tip-tap-tapping toes,
When they hear a tune
I can't control the dancing, dear,
To save my soul!

Those weary blues can't get into my shoes,
Because my shoes refuse
To ever grow weary.
I keep cheerful on an earful
Of music sweet;
Just got those hap-hap-happy feet!

By Cab Calloway

Yep!  I got happy Feet!

Ok, how many have seen the film Mister Roberts?  It is a classic!  Henry Fonda, James Cagney, and Jack Lemmon?  All those who say no, bear with me.  Or move along, as you will not understand.

But yes, I have been working for "The Captain" for the past 3+ years! (Ex Navy, not west point, pretty close to "the Captain".).  In the movie the role of James Cagney does not have a name.  He is just "The Captain".  And that has been my boss, and will be for the next 2 weeks.  BUT!  He is going! "nyah!  Oh Boy!  Come heah boy! " "College boys!  Well, now they have to call me MISTER!".

That is him.  But he has a new job!  Oh Happy Feet!  He is going!  Oh happy Feet!  The scuttlebutt was that he would once "Mr. Roberts" (actually his evil side as he was as bad as the captain just without the power) left for bigger bucks (and from the last I heard, a slap in the face of reality).  So this guy got booted upstairs in the organization that is clueless on customer service, and the agency is in turmoil!

Not really.  As I have been quietly assuming all the responsiblities and can take over the 75% of them.  That which I cannot, we have a consultant to do it (and he is good, if he has the personality of a wet sponge!).

A lot of politics going on, and I am sure a lot more before the dust settles.  But at least now I can get some work done with out an incompetant boob worrying that restaring an FTP server is going to bring the agency down, or who cannot read an event log and see that what I am saying is accurate. And true.  He already knows that the old "mr. Roberts" was feeding him a line of BS.  I think he realized that with no more Mr. Roberts, his days were numbered.  As in, now we can do this crap right.  And the Grima is gone.

Happy feet! I've got those hap-hap-happy feet! {Big Smile!  Big Smile!}