My grandfather used to say, "I once thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken."
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday Burrell! Happy Birthday Calli!
Blah. I have to work on my self-evaluation for my review next month, and have it done before I leave on my mini-vacation tomorrow afternoon. I don't wanna do this!!! I'd much rather have my boss say "Here's what you're supposed to do, here's how you're doing it, here's where you can improve, do you have any ideas of what you want/are planning to do this year? Great, we'll add it to the form here at the bottom under "Employee comments," sign off and we're done."
Instead, it's up to me to say, "Here's what I said I'd do, here's how much I've done, I think I'm 'this' good in five separate categories compared to our mission statement" and then my boss puts in her two cents.
The part I hate the most is the five-separate-categories section. Feh.
Kathy, is there someone else there who could write you a draft of your self-evaluation while you write his/hers? I used to do that with a friend at work because we both had trouble writing our own, but writing it for someone else was somehow much, much easier.
The street in front of my house is all torn up. Methinks this watermain replacement project got more complicated (it was supposed to be done a month ago.)
I wish, Sparky, but it's all online with secured passwords, etc. Also, the only people who really know what I do here are my boss and two co-workers, all of whom I get along with (mostly), but I'd never feel comfortable asking either of the co-workers to do my self-eval.
Guess I'll just have to suck it up and do it tomorrow morning.
Thanks Steph and Ginger for the explanation.
Kathy, I am writing one of those too. Or rather, I am supposed to be writing it, but students keep dropping in to talk about their papers (even though it isn't my official office hours).
Mac is a dry drunk. Hahhahahaha.
I was all righteous indignation getting off the bus this morning, and then I immediately got my comeuppance when I realized that my fly was almost all the way unzipped.
Yep. That's the kind of day this has been. Monday, my nemesis.
In other news, I'm researching to buy a new PC. Why do decisions have to be so harrrrd?
My grandfather used to say, "I once thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken."
As did my father.
Speaking of my father, a woman I work with told me she'd introduce me to someone I should meet in Boston. Nice, right? So she sends this email, saying I have to go "take care of my elderly parents, who aren't well." OK, that's not exactly the story, and my parents are about the same age as the coworker. Of course it turns out that the contact already knows my parents! I wonder who she thinks is talking crazy now...