Here's what happened.
For about, oh, ten months, I've been waiting and waiting to be at this job long enough to be tenured enough to offer suggestions (luckily, we all move around a lot--ten months is commitment). I'd been, up to now, researching ways to create an online repository for our training and shared materials for testing, since right now its networked and not searchable and in folders and it sucks like particularly repetitive pornography.
Wiki seemed really useful, so Fanlore is addictive in both the fannish-must-do way and the wow-this-just-solved-my-search-for-organ
This is like, forty-five seconds of my life that makes no sense.
I did not even get to take out my impressive spreadsheet and offer to do a presentation! I had a plan. It involved powerpoint and a wipeboard and at least forty-five minutes with a laser pointer. It involved actually making an argument.
I have no idea what to do now that I've gotten my way.
(I can't even tell if it's that she thinks it's a good idea or that she's getting worried about leaving me alone with a computer and all those interfaces to the database and the linux server active and ready for use.)
*blank* I have to contact the server persons and arrange--something. I don't even know what. Apparently, he is going to be really excited to do this with us. Which basically makes me terrified. I am used to being the excited one with other people quailing in fear.
ETA: *shaky* Environmental management just emailed me. They sound happy. They want an outline of what I'm looking for so they can set it up and get it started. I need to lie down.
(ETA 2: WHY IS NO ONE ASKING FOR AN EXPLORATORY COMMITTEE TO RESEARCH THIS FOR TEN YEARS? I AM IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.)