Man, what a crazy ass week I've had.
Monday, I had to pull my boss in to reign in a situation where I agreed to take on a single, specific project for the team I support, and someone launched off that and announced to all and sundry that I was responsible for all marketing activities for this group going forward. (Very much NOT my job, nor anything I am qualified, interested or have time to do.)
Tuesday, emergency root canal.
Wednesday and Thursday, led two-day training session while popping advil like candy and looking like someone punched me in the face.
Immediately following the end of the seminar on Thursday - like, still in the room clearing things up and trying to get the hell out of there - my boss comes down and says this:
"I actually do need to talk to you. Just for five minutes. But it'll be a painful five minutes."
Things I never want to hear my boss say again for $500, Alex.
ruh-roh. Maybe he'll just punch you in the face, and then you can take some more Advil over the weekend?
Holy crap, Brenda. I hope you have some R&R planned for this weekend.
Oh, and the painful was not so much painful as scary. She's pulling me on to a project that is incredibly high profile and priority for the firm. (But not necessarily taking me off all my other shit, though if I press the issue I can probably avoid adding anything more.)
"I need someone who can manage the room and take the lead for a project involving Global CEO, Americas CEO, Huge SuperImportantGuy 1, Huge SuperImportantGuy 2, and [various other VIPs]. And it needs to be someone that HugeSuperImportantGuy 1 has complete confidence in...."
By the end of that sentence I was pretty much boxed in.
Oh, AND, Global CEO just happened to introduce himself to me in the elevator the other day when I was a) juggling 9 things that I had to shift around to shake hands and b) all swollen and pained and not totally coherent in my speech. AWESOME.
May is going be a fucking doozy of a month, I tell you what. I'm trying not to freak out but it's gonna be a near thing.
psssst .... Brenda's awesome at her job, pass it on!
Details on the dress (I know Bev will want to know this):
The lace appliqué for the gown's bodice and skirt was handmade by the Royal School of Needlework, based at Hampton Court Palace. Individual flowers were hand-cut from lace and hand-engineered onto ivory silk tulle to create an organic design with rose, thistle, daffodil and shamrock motifs.
The skirt was meant to echo an opening flower, and the bodice to draw on the Victorian tradition of corsetry. The train was just short of nine feet long. French Chantilly lace was combined with English Cluny lace to be hand-worked in the Carrickmacross needlework tradition which originated in Ireland in the 1820s. The workers washed their hands every 30 minutes to keep the lace and threads pristine, and the needles were renewed every three hours to keep them sharp and clean.
And the reward for being awesome at your job is... more work!!!
Brenda's awesome at her job, pass it on!
No shit. Congrats, Brenda! Nice to be held in high regard.
it looks like the three networks all have primetime coverage of the Royal Wedding in case anyone missed it and remains interested.
I'm watching Dressage (day 2) at Rolex. . . Mark Todd is up next.
