It’s our boss. He’s suddenly taken it upon himself to micromanage the Pollstar.com concert research staff. If he’s not yelling at us about posting the rescheduled David Bowie dates in a timely matter, he’s riding our butts about whether or not we have all the Vegas dates for Celine Dion. Furthermore… Furthermore… Oh, hell, he’s buzzing us right now. Hold that thought. This will take a few seconds…

This is getting ridiculous. Now he wants us to post extra building information on all the venues on the Sting tour for 2004. He wants us to list the number of bathrooms, including the urinal / stall ratios, as well as the number of security guards and all the email addresses for all the lost and found departments. Like, can you say “A – N – A – L?” Oh, oh… There he is again. Just a sec…

This is unreal. Now he wants us to plot the distances between the individual stops on The White Stripes tour, then compare it to all the Cheap Trick tours of the last five years. Then he wants a detailed analysis comparing the number of soft drinks served at Mel Tillis and Counting Crows during the last two years, average the price, then figure out who ordered regular and who drank diet. I mean, what could he possibly want with this information?

But he’s been like this for the past week. He’s constantly giving us these extra assignments like obtaining the number of acoustic tiles in the ceiling at Madison Square Garden, or a detailed study on how many different ways an usher can tear a Metallica ticket. Heck, last week he dumped so much extra work on us that we ended up staying here all weekend just so we could compute how many times Jimmy Buffett mentioned margaritas on his last ten tours. Sheesh… Somebody needs a life. And fast.

Of course, we’ll do what he asks, if only because jobs are hard to come by, and if there’s anything we know how to do well, it’s suck up to authority. However, somebody is going to have to stand up to him. He used to spend the day holed up in his office huddled over his computer, but now he’s in our face 24/7, ordering us to proof, then reproof the schedules for Valdy and Kenny Chesney, or count the number of brown-eyed roadies on the Eric Clapton tour. Yes, our boss has been a total pain since last week. He’s been running us ragged since… since…

Since JenniCam announced that it was going offline. Gosh, we’re going to miss her.