Entries in the job (4)

Scratch, Cough, Hack

I hate waking up with a sore throat. I was kind of ignoring the fact that I felt off kilter last night. I went to bed a bit early and was hoping to sleep off whatever was making me feel out of wack but woke up with a full-fledged sore throat. No white spots though so that's good. Adam was sick last week so it isn't entirely surprise to me that I am feeling under the weather. At least I know he felt better within a few days after it cycled from scratchy throat, to stuffy nose, to cough and then wa-la gone.

Things have been a little slow for me at work right now, they will pick up again soon, they always do. Still, I did not want to call in sick so here I am. Two meetings on the calendar for this afternoon. I just hope the day goes by quickly.

I have seen the initial design (the banner) for the new Smoochdog and I LOVE IT. Heather really does such an amazing job! I can't wait to launch the new and improved Smoochdog. I will keep you all posted. What I have not decided yet is if I want to port over the blog entries from here to the new Smoochdog. I would do it manually and I would only transport over the important entries (skipping the memes and silly posts). There are not that many posts here so I just might do it a little at a time over a month or so.

 

Posted on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 08:54AM by Registered Commenterthe literary mouse in , , , | Comments2 Comments

Presentations? No Thanks.

I hate giving presentations. I know I am an outgoing and social person but still I hate giving presentations. Never liked it in school, and don't like it in my adult life. I may be friendly and social but when it comes to work I would rather just do my job and not draw attention to myself. Probably not the best way to climb the corporate ladder but who said I wanted to climb it anyway.

Yes, I have a presentation on Friday and I am not looking forward to it. I am not dreading it. I know I can do it and it will be fine when all is said and done. I know I am capable and CAN do it, I just don't like doing them. I will have a co-worker co-presenting with me to manage all the uber technical stuff and that helps tremendously.

So do you like doing presentations?

Posted on Monday, March 24, 2008 at 09:50AM by Registered Commenterthe literary mouse in , | Comments2 Comments

I deserve a Big Mac with Fries Damn It

Wow was today a crazy day. A workshop in the morning, straight into meeting and ending the day with some scrambling to put out a small fire. Though all this I was trying to connect with doctor's to make appointments. As they say, "all's well that ends well."
Fire was successfully managed (I do work with great people). I was finally able to get ahold of the endocrinologists office and the earliest they can see me is March 26th. I was hoping to see her and get on an insulin regimin before I saw my doctor on the 18th but life works out as it will and apparently a month is pretty standard for an inital visit. I also got an appointment with the Diabetic Nurse who will be helping me with my meal planning and for this Friday. So, as of Friday I am eating as if I want to have a healthy baby - we are just assuming I can have one.
The appointments are slightly out of order but by the end of March I will be well on my way with managing the diabetic part of my health. Then in May we tackle the other meds.
Tonight (shhh don't tell anyone) I am stopping at McDonald's and getting a Big Mac with extra pickles and an order of large fries. Oh come on it's the last time I will be able to eat one for at least the next year - I usually get a craving a few times a year - Anyone who says "gross" is lying - them fries are damn delicious!  And anyone who tries to tell me that eating a Big Mac and Fries a mere 3 times a year is that bad for me is just someone I don't want to talk to!
Posted on Tuesday, February 26, 2008 at 05:48PM by Registered Commenterthe literary mouse in , , | Comments4 Comments

365 Days later

*image sent to me by a friend, who saw it here but originally it came from Birds of Oaklahoma ... how's that for credits?

 

Just a suggestion to myself for the future...don't ever have a Venti Cafe Latte on an empty stomach. I swear to god I should have just had two martinis! My day went down from there, or maybe I "survived" my day because of it. I will never really know.

One of the things about being a project manager is that you are not expert in any one aspect of the project, graphical design, user interface, development of code, etc. but yet you get to play the lucky role of making it all come together, on time, on (or hopefully under) budget, while making sure that everyone gets what they think is best in the end product, because they are the experts. This is a role I don't mind, most days, or maybe I am just used to it. The struggle I have with it is when people butt heads, and when people who are passionate about what they do feel strongly about something they passionately (not in the romantic sense) butt heads. In my role I usually quietly slide aside (as fast as I can) and listen. If I have a strong opinion one way or the other, or if I need to re-assert the desires of the client I certainly speak up. Sometimes I can go with either direction, and those are the hardest times.

I know that is all vague but it's work talk so I will sum up my day this way...

7:30 AM Venti Cafe Latte on an empty stomach.

8:00 AM-5:00 PM trying to get to a solution that everyone is happy with.

5:00 PM realizing that not everyone is going to be happy but we have a solution for what is going live tomorrow morning and we can work out the rest from there.

5:00 PM - 6:00 PM - catching up on emails that came in while I was running around like an over caffinated chicken with my head cut off from 8-5.

6:17 PM quietly crying in my car as I think about my nana who passed away a year ago tonight at 9:18 PM and wondering why I remember the exact time? Possibly it was because I was with her.

7:23 PM feeling very glad that tomorrow is Friday and very grateful that I really do like my no-so-new-anymore job and the people I work with.

I miss you Nana I learned more from you than you can ever imagine.

Posted on Thursday, January 31, 2008 at 07:35PM by Registered Commenterthe literary mouse in | CommentsPost a Comment