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More overtime. . . It's not that I mind the time at work so much, it's that my commute can take anywhere from 20 to 60 minutes longer than usual depending on how late I join the rush hour and the vagaries of traffic flow and accidents. Last night, I worked until 5pm (instead of 3:30), but fortunately traffic was light on my route home.
The good news is that I'm in a good groove with my Weight Watchers, and can pack enough of the right kind of food that working overtime does not now mean an automatic trip through the drive-through after work. I'm actually looking forward to my meeting tonight and weighing in (which I missed last week).
It's strange and frustrating to have more than enough to do at work. Right now I'm working on the quarterly general managers meeting which starts today and runs through Friday noon, preparing for the 2006 road trip, and helping people get organized after our move from the third to the fourth floor. None of it is 'hard' -- but it is time-consuming. And having to get myself organized again yesterday in my new space didn't help. I'm used to being able to finish everything assigned to me with time to spare. I have to remind myself that not finishing everything is not a reflection on my skill, but of the increased work load.
What's good about my new space: it's all mine. I didn't inherit it from a previous holder of my position, as I had as a temp. It's set up entirely according to my desires. My boss has a corner office with windows. Her neighbor (who is just as cool as she is) also has windows and I can look up from my own desk and into her office and see the sky.
What's not so good is that I no longer have line-of-sight into Jeannie's office, so I don't know if she's on the phone, or even there. I'm teasing about putting in a Jeannie-cam so I can keep track of her.
Why aren't I sitting directly in front of her office, as I used to? Because the space in front of her new office is a window seat, which was already configured as a manager's cube, so it went to a manager instead of me. This was Miss V's choice -- back in the "before" time. Although I'm not sure if it would have made a difference now or not. She can be pretty tight on protocol like that. But the two spaces could have easily been re-configured.
I splurged over the weekend and bought myself a new, Monarch-sized Franklin Covey binder and organizer pages. The Monarch is 8.5x11. I'd been using their "classic" size, but too much of what's really important to me tends to be based on standard-sized pages. Covey blithely tells people we can reduce photocopy docs to fit in the smaller sized binders, but that simply doesn't work for me. It's taking a little while to get used to a slightly different organizing system, but I love the binder, and for me it's also a symbol of my commitment to the professionalism of my non-day-job. The binder is as much or more about my spiritual practice, my spritual direction practice, and my writing as it is about my day job.
But it does help the day job.
And I keep having intense, complicated dreams. Nothing vivid and clear enough to share here. . . but my subconscious continues to keep busy.
The good news is that I'm in a good groove with my Weight Watchers, and can pack enough of the right kind of food that working overtime does not now mean an automatic trip through the drive-through after work. I'm actually looking forward to my meeting tonight and weighing in (which I missed last week).
It's strange and frustrating to have more than enough to do at work. Right now I'm working on the quarterly general managers meeting which starts today and runs through Friday noon, preparing for the 2006 road trip, and helping people get organized after our move from the third to the fourth floor. None of it is 'hard' -- but it is time-consuming. And having to get myself organized again yesterday in my new space didn't help. I'm used to being able to finish everything assigned to me with time to spare. I have to remind myself that not finishing everything is not a reflection on my skill, but of the increased work load.
What's good about my new space: it's all mine. I didn't inherit it from a previous holder of my position, as I had as a temp. It's set up entirely according to my desires. My boss has a corner office with windows. Her neighbor (who is just as cool as she is) also has windows and I can look up from my own desk and into her office and see the sky.
What's not so good is that I no longer have line-of-sight into Jeannie's office, so I don't know if she's on the phone, or even there. I'm teasing about putting in a Jeannie-cam so I can keep track of her.
Why aren't I sitting directly in front of her office, as I used to? Because the space in front of her new office is a window seat, which was already configured as a manager's cube, so it went to a manager instead of me. This was Miss V's choice -- back in the "before" time. Although I'm not sure if it would have made a difference now or not. She can be pretty tight on protocol like that. But the two spaces could have easily been re-configured.
I splurged over the weekend and bought myself a new, Monarch-sized Franklin Covey binder and organizer pages. The Monarch is 8.5x11. I'd been using their "classic" size, but too much of what's really important to me tends to be based on standard-sized pages. Covey blithely tells people we can reduce photocopy docs to fit in the smaller sized binders, but that simply doesn't work for me. It's taking a little while to get used to a slightly different organizing system, but I love the binder, and for me it's also a symbol of my commitment to the professionalism of my non-day-job. The binder is as much or more about my spiritual practice, my spritual direction practice, and my writing as it is about my day job.
But it does help the day job.
And I keep having intense, complicated dreams. Nothing vivid and clear enough to share here. . . but my subconscious continues to keep busy.
