This screenshot from the SFGate.
So instead of actually *cleaning* off the road sign such that drivers in the twisty-turny mountain pass might be better prepared during quite inclement weather…instead, these folks write their name in the snow.
Nice.
That approximates the exact sound I made at about 10:55 this morning.
I had a “meet and greet” with the boss of my boss, a high ranking and incredibly powerful woman.
I mean, she’s brilliant. Has a degree in chemistry and another in finance. Worked for an oil company in Houston for many years and then made her way west. The continuing upward steps in her career are admirable.
Her background is deep, diverse and amazing.
Let’s just say this: She is a force to be reckoned with.
And as a new employee in her organization, I got the chance to have an hour of her time so she could get to know me and so I could get to know her too.
I was told by my mentor that I should, “come with an agenda, don’t leave open air”. Her time if valuable, to be sure. And so I did. I came to the table with a print out of questions I jotted down and I noticed she took note that I had.
I asked her about her background, her management philosophy and what I can do to be effective here at the company. And she answered very candidly.
I even asked her what is her nitpick so that I can manage to that. She told me two.
That’s some managerial self-awareness!
So it was an intense hour, but good, meaningful and filled with useful information.
When it was over, I came out of her office pitted out (meaning, I needed a Right Guard moment, raise your hands if you’re Sure, etc).
So, for me, the life moments that cause me to get pitted out all get measured on the scale of completing the orals for my Master’s degree.
Wearing a suit, in front of my professor committee, at the marker board, explaining economic theory. Yeah, despite two coats of D.O., I was WAY pitted out that day. That was the worst.
So if we call “Master’s Orals” a 10, today’s moisture was about a three. So low, but still…
I musta been more nervous that I even thought going in.
When all was done, I came out of the boss lady’s office, went up two floors to my office, ripped off my cardigan, and uttered a long drawn out “haaawhoof!”
You know the sound. The one you make when you’ve finished your laborious taxes. The one you make when your shaky team is up by one with three seconds on the clock in a playoff game and they manage to win.
The one you make when you want very much to make a good impression on someone who could literally make or break you and your career.
Haaaaawhoooooof!
Whoo! Had quite the day at “work”. I put the air quotes around it, because even though I got up at the usual time and drove in to work, I didn’t do any *actual* work today.
It was the occasion of my group’s annual holiday offsite event. This is only my fourth week of employment.
We went to a new and very well managed Go Kart Racing facility. They are set up for corporate “team building” events. I dunno if talking smack and bumping your coworker ’round the curves is building a team, but it was a heck of a lot of fun.
We were broken up into two teams and each team got two goes at the race course. First was “warm up” laps, to learn the course. Then it got serious. I placed in the middle of the pack for times in the warm up laps.
Then we did a “qualifying round,” and from the results would be positioned for the final round.
So, while we waited for the qualifying round, oh did the smack talk begin. The “you’re going down!” comments started flying. And not from me. No, they came AT me. And I smiled. And I put on my pink helmet.
And I kicked everyone’s ass.
That’s right, I won the qualifying round, got the pole position, and never looked back.
Many of my new coworkers were like “wow, you were really…aggressive…out there.” Umm hmm…they wouldn’t have said that to a male driver. I’m just sayin’.
I was proud because another of my coworkers, one who took the MOST grief (they told her she drove like she was taking her kids to school. That ain’t right) came in second right behind me.
Girl Power!
After the racing then we played pool, ate and talked about the team and how we’ll approach next year.
So far, I’m really digging this job. Some of the best folks I’ve ever worked with. I just hope I can step up soon and be a fully functioning member of the group. They’ve been nothing but great to me.
Next up: the entire corporation has a holiday event Saturday. The Good Man gets to go too. It’s gonna be BIG fun!
The Feline has been named “Pet of the Month” by our vet.
Oh the fame. The demands. The rider clause to be added on to her appearance contract.
“One (1) big clear glass bowl of kibble. All the irregular shapes ones picked out. One (1) bottle Evian. Room temperature.”
She’ll go from merely a pain in the patooty to insufferable.
Diva Feline.
I’ll do a tell all with the tabloids about her addiction to batting at the venetian blinds and that time I found her in a “compromising position” in the laundry basket.
I’ll have to teach her how to get out of a limo correctly, tail down, so we don’t have a little “Britney incident” on our hands.
Upshot is maybe all the media pressure will encourage her to drop those extra lingering four pounds she fights.
Do I need to find a celebrity trainer to take her on?
Ugh.
Hope we get a reality show out of this.
That’s me. See me rattle my chains.
I am such the scrooge this year, I just don’t have “that special spirit” inside of me.
I *want* to have the spirit. I just don’t. Not a bit.
You ever notice that? Some years, the whole joy of the season takes hold and it becomes a good idea to festoon every surface available with blinky lights and tinsel, guzzle eggnog and play Burl Ives on your CD player.
And some years, it’s like pain to even unfold the fake tree and plug it into the wall.
That’s me the year, the second one.
Not even rousing Xmas carols in the lobby of my building at work can draw me out of the holiday doldrums.
You know it’s bad when I mentioned to The Good Man about Biscochitos and how maybe I should again this year. But that I just *can’t* get up the energy to make ’em (despite looking forward to nipping a sip of the brandy the recipe requires).
You *know* if I can’t get it together to make cookies, then SOMETHING must be wrong with me!
I did have an hour or so of the holiday “thang” over the weekend when TGM and I went to Toys R Us to fulfill the wishes of the kids on The Family Giving Tree tags I pulled this year.
As TGM and I discussed the relative merits of one Lego Bionicle set over another, I can say that, yes, I was feelin’ it.
But then trying to get our purchases to the car and get out of the ding dang parking lot…it evaporated again.
Oh well, I can’t change the inevitable. The Hellidays will be here soon, whether I’m ready for them or not.
*sigh*
