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Who decided that the weekday should start on a Monday? What’s wrong with a Tuesday anyway? Mondays seem so unproductive, they’re slow, and jam packed with deadlines and reports that can’t be completed in time. The office is always filled with half sleep co-workers trying to fake their excitement about having made it to the exact same place this Monday they were in last Monday; the office at 7am! The theory of a 7am start day is great, but for some reason the fact that it is mandatory on a Monday, and then not allowed any other day of the week takes some of the novelty out of getting off at 4 even one day out of the week. So what did I do this week besides twitter too much, download too many free tracks, complain way more than I would like to admit, and get ultra frustrated with Her? Well believe it or not I got a lot of work done. Besides that Tuesday thru Thursday was spent falling in love with Him all over again. He finally said what I had been thinking; it somehow feels like we’ve just met all over again. I hope that it happens often. My kids are just so beautiful, Thursday my middle child came with my sister to pick me up from work, and there was a slight change in her features. She just turned four in May but only now did I start to see the kid emerge from what use to be the sweetest baby face. How quickly they grow up. As soon as Friday came around I breathed a deep breath of relief. A day I would finally be able to get some work done. I had only one meeting as opposed to the new trend of 5 in a day. They were both out of the office, so they’re wouldn’t be any last minute to do’s or a million trivial questions to be answered. Before anything crazy could happen though, there needed to be lunch! The one hour in a day on the one day a week that my girls from the office and I left the gray building to enjoy lunch cooked by someone other than Lean Cuisine. It was especially interesting this time around. Friday lunches always follow the Friday Business Meetings, and apparently it had been very eventful this week. Lately there has been a fill in representing our department, just one to represent the two major classifications in the business. Obviously the rep was not me, nor has it ever been, and there is not gripe in me about that. I was irritated to discover that I am now expected to attend as no one is currently capable of speaking to performance in such a way that the entire audience can understand. This almost ruined the rest of the day. Then I convinced myself that She would never let herself be undercut this way without a fight, and so there was still a chance that I would get out of yet another meeting I did not need to attend. Besides that lunch was quite entertaining. The hour went by way too quickly. The one meeting I did need to attend was to review some budget numbers, which had been dismissively approved by Her. Of course changes needed to be made; time will tell if they stick. By the end of the day though I was able to complete a trial run of a major project I have been working on with a couple of other colleagues. Complete in the sense that everything works the way it should, though of course, no project would be perfect if there weren’t a major issue with it. At 4:30 I was packing up what felt like my entire desk to come home with me. This issue was going need some major thought, and if I am going to present it on Tuesday I need all the extra time I can get to go work through it. I must say though I am quite proud of myself. Having been an assistant buyer before joining my current company I would have never thought that I would be capable of building a strategy that changes everything about the way things are done, and several tools to make that strategy work. So far it seems to be going over very well. There is still a month in which things could south, but until then I will take my victories for all they are worth as I achieve them. Saturday will be a girl’s day, my sister, my kiddos and I will be headed to a theatre near us to watch the much tweeted UP. They are as excited as am I. He will be at the Playboy Jazz Festival, a thing with his mother. It all works out pretty well, since it gives me a day alone to pick up a Father’s Day gift and card. It’s going to be an early morning, not out of the norm but none the less I should probably get to bed.
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