Lament of the Support Schlub:
"Hey, everybody, this Friday we're having the big quarterly meet-n-greet with the execs, with the catered lunch and everything! Reserve this two-hour spread and take a bit longer lunch to eat and chat and get to know your co-workers!"
Except for you folks in support. We've scheduled you in to these twenty-minute slots, so don't dawdle.
Oh, did we say twenty minutes? We're a little busy. If you could just scurry out there, scrabble together a quick plate of food, then hustle on back here, we'd appreciate it. Gosh, we just appreciate you real hard workers, we really appreciate it. OK, ten minutes, if you really have to.
Sorry that all the really good food was gone by the time you got out there, but, hey, it's free, right? And there's most of that bean salad left. Shouldn't you be getting back to work?
One thing I really like about academia is no set hours. The summer that I did office work, I nearly went crazy with having to stay in one place until a certain time.
It can be annoying, but I'll trade that every time for be able to leave my work
at
work.
I got a last minute babysitter and we're going out to hear a band! I feel young again!
This weekend, I'm going to try to see at least one of the museum exhibitions I've been meaning to see forever, probably Chihuly at the De Young.
When? If you feel like it, call one of us up before or after--the DeYoung is very close. Most of our weekend is crazed with stuff-doing, but there's a chance someone might be around for a quick cup of coffee or such.
Ugh. Since I started paying for my diet food again (price went up to $120 a week--eek!), I've been trying to push my lunch time later in the afternoon, so I can eat dinner later and I'm therefore not starving at bedtime. So, I just finished lunch, and am now way too full.
Ugh.
(It doesn't help that I supplemented lunch with some honey-roasted peanuts and yogurt-with-granola.)
What are people doing this weekend?
Writing, going to Ye Olde Spooky Club with the StuntHusband, more writing, and helping gather fruit to give to the queen of the jam collective.
I am shockingly spoiled when it comes to work hours. My commute time counts as work, because I'm on the corporate bus service and am logged into email.
When? If you feel like it, call one of us up before or after--the DeYoung is very close. Most of our weekend is crazed with stuff-doing, but there's a chance someone might be around for a quick cup of coffee or such.
I wasn't actually planning on reserving, but rather making it one of my weekend walks, and showing up right when they open. So, 9:30 either tomorrow or Sunday morning.
I just had to pretend to care that lately the person who staples the routing slip to the newspaper that gets sent around the office has been stapling the pages together.
I don't think I did a very good job.
Ha!
I just got a call that I scheduled a meeting for the wrong day, but I swear it's not me, because my notes are super-explicit about when the people were available. Explicit and wrong! Oh well.
I'm excited this weekend because I don't have any plans in between tonight and Sunday afternoon.
Bliss! My weekend plans are fun but I'd love an unplanned day that involved napping.
I'm cleaning and taking friend from Memphis somewhere for food/drink tonight. Tomorrow practicing early, like 9am, and then loading in at neighborhood festival. Playing at 2 pm, performing at Hampden Idol at 4 pm (
I Want You to Want Me
) and then putting a salad together and having dinner w/ best friends and friend visiting from NJ. At some point stripping and making my bed so friends from NJ have a nice place to sleep Saturday night.
Sunday is early morning 28 or possibly 40 mile bike ride. I hope I can do it!!! Sunday afternoon...maybe I can nap then???