For the record, the proper definition of French windows are full length windows, sometimes also referred to as French doors with glass panels inserted thoughout the length of the overall. For the record, a sliding door which opens out onto a balcony or lanai does NOT constitute a French window.

Idiot.

But then again, that idiot happens to be my boss.

See excerpt from today's working session between New Boss (wannabe Architect) and Consultant Architect (actual Architect) below:-

NB
Can we work French windows into the design concept?

CA
I don't think so. The concept is modern contemporary. French windows don't really fit into the scheme.

NB
But it does. Here you have a sliding door which opens up to a balcony, so yes, you can put in a French window.

CA
NO (high pitched). What exactly is your understanding of French windows?

NB
(silence)

CA
Well?

NB
(mumbles incoherently)

CA
I don't think you know what French windows are.

NB
(after finding balls scrunched up on the floor)
Nevermind, I'll leave it to you to dictate the concept.

CA
So you're contradicting what you just said? You're now happy to let me dictate the design?

NB
No, I didn't say-

CA
(smugly) You just did.

NB
(silence)

Small joys, nevertheless, are still joys. Beggars can't be choosers.

There's a new guy on the block. Unfortunately, he's an idiot. Even more unfortunate, he happens to be my boss.

It's frustrating, really, to be in a position where you know more than your superior, embarrassing even. How can I respect for someone who doesn't know the difference between DBKL and MPAJ (which my senile elderly mother does) or what UBBL stands for.

I caught him telling one of our Consultant Architects that minimum staircase width is 1000mm. Wrong, moron. Read guidelines, much? Flabbergasted and bewildered, to say the least, I did some snooping around on his past. Turns out he worked for another developer, not even an Ivy Leaguer, before joining us, stuck in a room and doodled on butter paper all day. Figures. And they put him in charge of a grand total of ONE project. Explains why, here, he has problems handling THREE. 

Management made him attend an Architect's presentation. Alone. Bastard cowered outside until the last minute before finally going in. His excuse? Apparently he was waiting for the tea lady. Great. No brains, and apparently, no balls, either. Peachy.

How shall I handle this situation? My immediate modus operandi is to wait it out. It's a rough patch. Stupidity like this can't go unnoticed forever. The mid ranks have already caught on, an Architect who doesn't know what GFA and NSA is surely open season to the corporate vultures. And those are the nice ones. It's a matter of time before he's chewed up and spit out. Big Boss has warmed up to him, but I figure it won't be long before he too questions his decision on why he hired this buffoon in the first place. Good things come to those who wait.