I went up and taught class yesterday, sharing the exciting mysteries of the annotated bibliography with two classes full of people who may or may not have grasped it.

“The point is that people should be able to find your sources if they want to get more information,” I explained. “You get no points for creativity. There are as you can see 49 different items listed, so you just decide which kind of item your source is and do it exactly the way it is in the textbook.”

We then had numerous questions.

“If it’s a journal article, do I have to put the pages?”
“How did they do it in the book?”

“Is there supposed to be a period at the end?”
“How did they do it in the book?”

“Do you write down ‘pages’?”
“How did they do it in the book?”

“Is Amsterdam a city or a country?”

Then I sped off to meet clients. They are shared clients of mine and The Computer Guy, and I am showing them how to use their analytics. I’m a better person to do this than The Computer Guy, because I do less wizard-like zooming around on the screen and more explaining. I think. Sometimes I fear that I have fallen into Computer Guy habits, but I try.

Anyway, I drove confidently down the road I’d been told to by Google maps, not seeing the necessary cross street, till I found myself way out in the country. I had left my phone at home, so I had to stop at someone’s house. I interrupted her piano playing and yet she was kind enough to let me call the clients — they didn’t pick up — and also to print out Mapquest directions.

They offered a different set of cross streets, and I didn’t find any of them, either.

I stopped for directions repeatedly, and called the clients every time someone would let me, but didn’t in fact arrive at my meeting till an hour after it was supposed to have taken place.

It turns out that recent construction has made all computer directions wrong — those cross streets don’t go through to the main road any more. And the client I was calling had left her phone in the bathroom and didn’t hear it ringing.

They had called The Computer Guy in search of me, and while I no longer think of him as my employer, it was still embarrassing. The clients gave me a check, so I had to stop by his office, and he mentioned that they had called him. In one of those “I’m not going to ask you why you were late, but I’m going to look at you long enough that you’ll have to tell me” ways.

His new minion was there. I’d heard a bit about the minion, who was I think part of the spoils of a grant, but had never met him before. The two of them had been working fiendishly all weekend, and hadn’t shaven in days. Female computer guys may look tired and unkempt, but we don’t have the problem of beards.

I had another meeting after that, interviewing someone for a blog post. This post has now been retweeted a record number of times (for me — a very small record, but still), so it was worth the time it took. However, I had to skip rehearsal just to get everybody’s blogs posted and my Northerner’s Monday report completed.

On the upside, this meant that I could have dinner with #1 son and watch The Big Bang Theory before getting back to work.