Thus, a legend was born. For your Curmudgeon refused to accept the position until he'd been promised a unique privilege: he insisted on remaining a contributing technologist, rather than becoming a pure paper shuffler. His management, loath to court one of the explosions of wrath for which your Curmudgeon is regionally well known, agreed without hesitation.
What follows are essays on a little-understood discipline: the arcane (some would say "black") art of dealing with massive technological challenges while supervising a bunch of intolerable primadonnas and coping with middle and upper managers who think that anything they don't have to do themselves must be easy as pie.
Brace yourself. Pour a big drink. Then assume crash position.
Misadventures in the Digital Wilderness
1. Power Tools
Not long ago...well, on a geological timescale, anyway...when he was a wee lad, your Curmudgeon was fascinated by power tools. Drills, circular saws, routers, sanders, pneumatic wrenches, jackhammers, what-have-you. For quite a while it made his parents very nervous. They anticipated a life in work boots for him, which would blast all their dreams of retiring to opulence on his income. (They were greatly relieved when he discovered his love of mathematics, which requires nothing but a chalkboard and time to think, but that's another story.) But just as with all good parents, what they feared most was that he would hurt himself.