Different Day!

I feel like the past 3 weeks have been non-stop at work. I come in and get going on the first thing and the rest just follow one after the other and often one before the other was done.

Today is a totally different horse. I got in and took care of the top items and then did some desk clean up and organizing and have done some other things throughout the day but I've had time in between. Time to breathe. Time to consider what would be best to do next. Time to get ready for two meetings that I have tomorrow.

It's been pretty luxurious.

My IT friend told me this morning that there was a chance that the new guy (my boss's boss) would be starting today. That's what kicked off the clean up.

I work in a cube that has three desks in it. And, as luck would have it, I have all three desks at my command. Two of them are used to house the marketing collateral (white papers, brochures, flyers, etc.) library. Part of my job is to write the stuff and print it and make it available. I now have about 120 different pieces to keep up with and I have a nice little library of bins to house them all in an orderly fashion.

Another part of my job is keeping up with the giveaways - swag - tschotskies... So I have a small stash of boxes and packing materials for when I have to send out 3 dozen tins of mints or 4 dozen bouncy balls or pens to various marketing reps for customers. And then there are the trade shows... we need signs so I make signs... we need stuff so I gather stuff and then I ship it off to the show.

And then there are the websites - basically external, intranet and extranet. I have a nice little library of really fat books to help me through the morass of database stuff, web publishing stuff, spreadsheet, Flash and VB that I need every day. I know very little about most of it but am on call to fix, tweak, and sometimes create all of it. I need these nice fat books.

The rest of the desk real estate houses the usual phone, monitor, keyboard, jar of corn candy, paperclips, stack of post-its, handheld Yahtzee game and computer speakers. And as of right now it is a very very tidy area. The message I'm hoping it screams is "This bitch is so organized and capable and talented that I am really really lucky that I have her on my team... I must remember to treat her well..." Or a variation on that theme.

Different Day!

I feel like the past 3 weeks have been non-stop at work. I come in and get going on the first thing and the rest just follow one after the other and often one before the other was done.

Today is a totally different horse. I got in and took care of the top items and then did some desk clean up and organizing and have done some other things throughout the day but I've had time in between. Time to breathe. Time to consider what would be best to do next. Time to get ready for two meetings that I have tomorrow.

It's been pretty luxurious.

My IT friend told me this morning that there was a chance that the new guy (my boss's boss) would be starting today. That's what kicked off the clean up.

I work in a cube that has three desks in it. And, as luck would have it, I have all three desks at my command. Two of them are used to house the marketing collateral (white papers, brochures, flyers, etc.) library. Part of my job is to write the stuff and print it and make it available. I now have about 120 different pieces to keep up with and I have a nice little library of bins to house them all in an orderly fashion.

Another part of my job is keeping up with the giveaways - swag - tschotskies... So I have a small stash of boxes and packing materials for when I have to send out 3 dozen tins of mints or 4 dozen bouncy balls or pens to various marketing reps for customers. And then there are the trade shows... we need signs so I make signs... we need stuff so I gather stuff and then I ship it off to the show.

And then there are the websites - basically external, intranet and extranet. I have a nice little library of really fat books to help me through the morass of database stuff, web publishing stuff, spreadsheet, Flash and VB that I need every day. I know very little about most of it but am on call to fix, tweak, and sometimes create all of it. I need these nice fat books.

The rest of the desk real estate houses the usual phone, monitor, keyboard, jar of corn candy, paperclips, stack of post-its, handheld Yahtzee game and computer speakers. And as of right now it is a very very tidy area. The message I'm hoping it screams is "This bitch is so organized and capable and talented that I am really really lucky that I have her on my team... I must remember to treat her well..." Or a variation on that theme.

Anybody want 6 months?

I just signed up for a permanent LJ account. And the rules say that I can transfer the rest of my current year (about 6 months) to another user. I wish I knew who needed it most but I don't. And I don't want it to go to waste if anyone can use it. So, if you want an extra 6 months added on to your LJ account, let me know and I'll have them transfer it to you.

Anybody want 6 months?

I just signed up for a permanent LJ account. And the rules say that I can transfer the rest of my current year (about 6 months) to another user. I wish I knew who needed it most but I don't. And I don't want it to go to waste if anyone can use it. So, if you want an extra 6 months added on to your LJ account, let me know and I'll have them transfer it to you.

Dentist mean

I am a phobic of all things medical and avoid them like the plague (guess that's one of the world's worst puns). But, I'm also not a big fan of pain. So I will go to the dentist if I have to. About six weeks ago I broke a tooth and while it does not hurt now, I'm pretty sure that a fair amount of pain isn't possible in the near future if I don't get it fixed. So tomorrow morning - 7 a.m. - I have to go in so he can look and tell me to come back in X number of days so he can torture me and charge me a fortune for the pleasure.

This does not put me in the best of moods. And, since even when I am in the best of moods no one would ever confuse me with someone kind and caring, this is no time to be offering up stupidity to check my tolerance level. So I get an email from a friend of my sister's. (This is the sister - my only sister actually - with whom I do not get along ever.) This woman I have known since she was in the 5th grade - that would make it about 40 years. She is a very well respected university professor and lawyer and a royal pain in the ass.

She sends me an email tonight and starts off by telling me that she first sent me an email to my eskimo.com address. Ok, I have no had an address at that ISP for more than 6 years now. Secondly, if she already sent one there, why is she sending me another one at another address? And her note says she found my website because I am an expert in toilet training cats. If she found my website, why couldn't she find my email address which is pretty much plastered all over it? And why couldn't she read the first paragraph in a fucking box on the first page of the part about toilet training cats which says that I failed at the project???? Why isn't being stupid against the law?

I'm not sure I would have felt any more kindly towards her without the dentist looming over my head but I'm using the whole dentist thing to be bitchier than usual. Because it's my journal and I can. Then end. I'm going to bed and hopefully will have the dental thing behind me before I am even fully awake.

Dentist mean

I am a phobic of all things medical and avoid them like the plague (guess that's one of the world's worst puns). But, I'm also not a big fan of pain. So I will go to the dentist if I have to. About six weeks ago I broke a tooth and while it does not hurt now, I'm pretty sure that a fair amount of pain isn't possible in the near future if I don't get it fixed. So tomorrow morning - 7 a.m. - I have to go in so he can look and tell me to come back in X number of days so he can torture me and charge me a fortune for the pleasure.

This does not put me in the best of moods. And, since even when I am in the best of moods no one would ever confuse me with someone kind and caring, this is no time to be offering up stupidity to check my tolerance level. So I get an email from a friend of my sister's. (This is the sister - my only sister actually - with whom I do not get along ever.) This woman I have known since she was in the 5th grade - that would make it about 40 years. She is a very well respected university professor and lawyer and a royal pain in the ass.

She sends me an email tonight and starts off by telling me that she first sent me an email to my eskimo.com address. Ok, I have no had an address at that ISP for more than 6 years now. Secondly, if she already sent one there, why is she sending me another one at another address? And her note says she found my website because I am an expert in toilet training cats. If she found my website, why couldn't she find my email address which is pretty much plastered all over it? And why couldn't she read the first paragraph in a fucking box on the first page of the part about toilet training cats which says that I failed at the project???? Why isn't being stupid against the law?

I'm not sure I would have felt any more kindly towards her without the dentist looming over my head but I'm using the whole dentist thing to be bitchier than usual. Because it's my journal and I can. Then end. I'm going to bed and hopefully will have the dental thing behind me before I am even fully awake.