16 posts tagged “work”
Bleh. Yes, I know the camera adds 10 pounds! ;-)
At work to a VP. These really are more decorative titles than anything else, but it did come with a little raise and I'll always take one of those!
Wow, three days since a post. It's not that I haven't been thinking about it. I've thought of many a post. Transferring from my brain to the keyboard is something else.
Let's see . . .
I've gone back to work. Thank heavens for the three-day workweek.
I did like National Treasure.
I threw away any make-up or face product that could've been a year older away.
Conversation with mom: (holding up handicapped parking hanger) "This thing has been a lifesaver!" So I guess I don't have to say 'I told you so!'? "No."
I got a Ninetendo for Christmas. With a Brain Game 2. My starting mental age is 80. I've been doing the training every day and really enjoy it.
I'm going to try out list-making.
I really enjoyed The Thirteenth Tale.
I've been updating my music collection. Love the Public Library: Spoon, Fall Out Boy, Robin Thicke, Rascal Flats, Carrie Underwood, Chris Rice, Amy Winehouse and a couple of Grammy compilations.
Based on a recommendation from Baylor Girl, I bought the starter set of Bare Minerals/Escentuals. So far, I love it.
My new TV Guide subscription started. It was free, but I realize now with the writer's strike that a different choice might've been the better option.
My friend Jill has back surgery tomorrow. If you gotta sec, would you mind sending up a prayer?
OK, I just wandered off and got lost reading about the Iowa Caucus's tonight. Anyone else think our Electoral process could use an overhaul?
I cannot login yet. I can access the Internet via a different connection, but to do actual work? No such luck. It's driving me crazy and I know people are tired of me wandering around talking.
*sigh*
I woke up early and got dressed for this?
I got my "salary increase" today! It was the second biggest increase during my 15 years here and a very pleasant surprise for a post-vacation Monday.
Today was my 15th anniversary at work. 15-fucking-years. How did that happen because I know I am not old enough to have worked somewhere 15 years.
If you'd told me on my five year anniversary that I would still be here now, I would've laughed in your face.
And now? 20 years doesn't look that far away.
My boss brought in some breakfast tacos and gave me my new service pin. Which I shall put in my jewelry box with the others.
Best thing about 15 years? Four weeks vacation.
We have had some yucky days as of late, but today is sunshine-y and gorgeous! I keep singing to myself . . .
You know those times when you feel like you are barely keeping your head above water? That's how I've been feeling the past few days. I have so much going on and I don't like feeling like I have too much going on.
This week we start interviews for the executive director position at my animal shelter. Since I am head of the HR committee, I am coordinating everything. We've received about 88 resumes. Some good, some simply crazy (sure, Mr. Tire Salesman).
Another committee member and I have 10 interviews this week. Six in person and four phone interviews. Six are tomorrow, two Tuesday, one each Wednesday and Thursday. Those who move on will meet the rest of the committee before going for a final interview before the board.
Race is gearing up, so I'm starting to get anxious about that (check out our David Robinson video).
Wednesday night starts my Financial Peace University.
Thursday I have a meeting as an auction committee member for Respite Care.
Thursday night I am going to a law seminar for my neighborhood association.
Then there's figuring out this diet stuff.
Oh, and my job. Which has suddenly gotten busy.
Whew. Is it Thursday already? Sheesh. I need to remember to stop by and at least do the Question of the Day.
Interim ED started Tuesday. Things are going well. I need to start working on the new job description for the future ED and get that ball rolling before too long.
I did C25K again yesterday and continue to have to push myself. Even though it was cool. Hopefully tomorrow will be a nice morning.
Work is good. I haven't seen B3 in weeks now, so all is calm on that front.
Most all our family lives in Michigan. At times I wish we lived closer and at times I'm glad we're here. Now is one of those times when I wish we lived closer.
Two weeks ago my favorite Uncle had prostrate surgery. Looks like they got it all and all will be well, but those are the days I feel like we are a million miles away.
Today another uncle was diagnosed with a brain tumor. This will be his second (in 30 years). They have an appointment with the neurologist tomorrow. His wife is behaving weirdly and no one can figure out why. You'd think after what she went through last year she'd be more sympathetic (she's fine BTW).
Families are weird. Oh, speaking of which . . . guess what I got in the mail? Yes, low and behold . . . a thank you note from my niece acknowledging our travel to Vegas, the cake and the gift card. Will wonders ever cease to surprise?
Earlier this week we had our first Komen Race for the Cure committee meeting. Early? Yes. But it comes so fast. We have new, co-chairs this year, so it should make for some interesting months ahead. It's our 10th anniversary and Komen's 25th. It's also my last year to coordinate the volunteers. Maybe in 2008 I'll raise funds and run the race!
Rest in peace MizzAnn!
Poor George, he can't help it — he was born with a silver foot in his mouth.
Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.
I spoke with HR this week about the job description comparison. Of course, they are completely different and therefore salaries can't be compared.
It was an uncomfortable situation because we do not discuss salaries at my company. Big taboo. The fact that I had actual numbers was earth-shattering. The manager got a big hand-slapping for sharing them with a potential applicant. Yeah, I think it's a stupid rule too.
HR asked if I'd like to apply for the position. I don't. I am content where I am. Asking wasn't about being unhappy or disgruntled. It was about equality and I wouldn't have been true to myself if I hadn't asked.
So I asked. Of course I am disappointed, but I'm also ok.
