Yesterday I was given the gift of seeing my hard work with the snake pay off.

(Now knocking wood, throwing salt over my shoulder, and keeping clear of black cats.....)

I had read an all hands email from our division executive saying that he was going to implement an electronically distributed newsletter so there would be better communication in our division. That, to me, read "word document attached to e-mail".

Not while on my watch mister! Come on! I'm the queen of the Intranet and I work for YOU.

While I worked on other things, I formulated some ideas in my head of how to present the communication, what platform to use, even thought about some good graphics.

When the snake passed my desk yesterday, I stopped him and asked him what he knew about this newsletter, because technically this should be his responsibility. Remember, he's the words guy, I'm the online gal. Together we make the communications team. He said, "Nobody told me anything about this newsletter and I hope they don't because I don't *do* newsletters".

I told him that I'd already quizzed the exec's assistant and was told that the snake *would* be doing the newsletter. So, I said, what if I do it and you just edit it? I said that I have issues with grammar and punctuation (as you, my dear readers, must know by now!) but I do like that sort of thing. I also told him my idea of how to present it as less of a newsletter and more of an online news source. I told him all of the ideas I'd come up with over the course of the day.

He just looked at me, almost surprised that such a thing could come out of my pea brain. He then said, "that is a GREAT idea" and kept on with the compliments. He said that the two of us should present it to our division executive. I told him that I didn't need to be present because, really, that's his job. He then said, (drum roll) "but I want you there so you get the credit for the idea". And then, (another drum roll) " there's no way I could explain this to [division executive] because I haven't the foggiest how to do it".

Well slap my fanny and call me Sally. I think the man finally understands why I'm in this role.

Then he had to get all stupid and ruin the mood by using another one of his juvenile terms as he walked away.... "Peace Out".

What a dork.