So, yeah...
I owe you guys a really long post. But, let's do bullet points, because my time is not my own. Seriously, not my own; they're making me work for a living at this new place.
• Started the new job on June 8th after no break at all. Kinda just wanted to get the switch over and done with.
• I don't miss the old job at all. I never realized how bored I was by it.
• I have three bosses, sort of. The boss that signs my timesheet and the two faculty/staff I'm "personal assistant" to. Mind you, no one is supposed to have a personal assistant, that's just what we end up doing by default.
• Of the ancillary bosses: one is very decisive, we work very well together; the other one is a bit, ah, forgetful (I don't want to say airhead, but I'm trying to be politic), we work well because I make it work well.
• Most of my day seems to involve scheduling meetings--herding cats is more like it. Oy. I use Doodle polls a lot.
• I have one - two week conference and one - two week class to organize and coordinate by the first week of August. EEP! Some of it was done before I got here, but there is still tons left to do. Fortunately, my coworkers have all offered to chip in as much as they can; it's a lot to dump on the new person so quickly.
• Good news! I finally have a cube with a door. They call them "executive" cubes. Hahaha. Actually, it's pretty nice; the door locks, which the doors on the cubes at my old place didn't. Only problem is that I'm on the second floor in tower two and my two ancillary bosses are on the first floor of tower one. Since we all think I'm way too far away, and one of my ancillary bosses is the director of the Radiology Dept. at the Wisconsin Institute of Medical Technology, he's having a new "executive" cube built across from his office. The amount of money they have to throw around here is staggering.
• Between the inconvenient location, and with my boss-boss actually located in the hospital (on the third floor, mind you), I'm getting a workout making the rounds. Plus, I've been taking a lot of stairs. For whatever reason, it's actually two flights of stairs between floors; the in-between spaces are called interstitials.
• So, I bought a Fitbit to track said exercise. I'm averaging 8,000 steps a day, which is approximately 3.5 miles. Go, me. Only, I'm starting to wish I'd got a little fancier Fitbit--the one that also counts floors. I got the Flex, which only counts steps. I didn't realize when I started here how many stairs I'd end up taking. Not that I have to, but I want to.
What personal stuff? I have no time left for personal stuff! Okay, there was the Fourth of July. Went to Door County with my dad, my brother, my daughter, and the roommate. I survived.
• Drove up on the third with the daughter and roommate in my car.
• The first night the ladies stayed up until 3 am drinking wine and beer. For some reason, no headache the next day. Amazeballs.
• The second day (the fourth) we went shopping and tapa hopping. I had to make my daughter drive after the first place we stopped because I tried a specialty brew that was 16% alcohol. In a 14 ounce glass. Whoosh.
• That night we did dinner at our favorite restaurant. They'd been through two chefs in the last two years. The current one is good, but not as good as the one from two years ago. The one in the middle turned out to be a disaster according to the waitperson.
• Barely made it back to the hotel in time for fireworks, but we did make it, even if we had to watch them from somebody's driveway instead of the waterfront. The volunteer directing traffic said it was a zoo and that driveway had a pretty good view so why not just plant our butts there. We did. Only to find out that the two beach chairs we'd grabbed on the fly (my daughter and the roommate didn't have any) were children's chairs. Ahahaha. My roommate fit in hers perfectly for she is the weeist of wee things. The daughter--I wish I could have taken a picture.
• Actually made it to bed relatively early, before midnight!
• The roommate stayed back at the hotel while the daughter and I went stand-up paddleboarding. I only stood up, briefly, and sat right back down; treated the board more like a canoe or kayak. Still got a good workout.
• Then the roommate and daughter left to return to Madison, only to get a call a few hours later that they'd had a flat tire, how did my jack, etc. work? Pointed them to the owner's manual, but some kind traveler stopped and helped them out. They made it home okay; even though they didn't call me to tell me that.
• I went home with Dad and bro on the sixth. Stopped at our favorite winery and picked up a case of wine (20% off when you buy a case). Got home to find out that not only had the daughter had a flat, but that the rim was broken. I've no clue how and I'm afraid to ask my daughter.
• Took the car to the dealer; the part is discontinued and they will have to get it from a salvage yard. Something I could probably do myself, but I'm willing to pay them an extra $100 to do the leg work for me.
• Lastly, my container garden is thriving after I nearly killed it from underwatering. That's what I get for overcrowding them and all those pretty plants sucking up all the water fast. However, I now have delicious little orange-colored cherry tomatoes on one plant and many unripe red cherry tomatoes on the other. The strawberries did zip this year; I think because I almost killed them while they were blossoming and nothing got the chance to get fertilized. Ah, well. Next year, if they winter over okay in their pots.
And that's it! I've spent way too much time on this; I have e-mails to answer! See ya!
• Started the new job on June 8th after no break at all. Kinda just wanted to get the switch over and done with.
• I don't miss the old job at all. I never realized how bored I was by it.
• I have three bosses, sort of. The boss that signs my timesheet and the two faculty/staff I'm "personal assistant" to. Mind you, no one is supposed to have a personal assistant, that's just what we end up doing by default.
• Of the ancillary bosses: one is very decisive, we work very well together; the other one is a bit, ah, forgetful (I don't want to say airhead, but I'm trying to be politic), we work well because I make it work well.
• Most of my day seems to involve scheduling meetings--herding cats is more like it. Oy. I use Doodle polls a lot.
• I have one - two week conference and one - two week class to organize and coordinate by the first week of August. EEP! Some of it was done before I got here, but there is still tons left to do. Fortunately, my coworkers have all offered to chip in as much as they can; it's a lot to dump on the new person so quickly.
• Good news! I finally have a cube with a door. They call them "executive" cubes. Hahaha. Actually, it's pretty nice; the door locks, which the doors on the cubes at my old place didn't. Only problem is that I'm on the second floor in tower two and my two ancillary bosses are on the first floor of tower one. Since we all think I'm way too far away, and one of my ancillary bosses is the director of the Radiology Dept. at the Wisconsin Institute of Medical Technology, he's having a new "executive" cube built across from his office. The amount of money they have to throw around here is staggering.
• Between the inconvenient location, and with my boss-boss actually located in the hospital (on the third floor, mind you), I'm getting a workout making the rounds. Plus, I've been taking a lot of stairs. For whatever reason, it's actually two flights of stairs between floors; the in-between spaces are called interstitials.
• So, I bought a Fitbit to track said exercise. I'm averaging 8,000 steps a day, which is approximately 3.5 miles. Go, me. Only, I'm starting to wish I'd got a little fancier Fitbit--the one that also counts floors. I got the Flex, which only counts steps. I didn't realize when I started here how many stairs I'd end up taking. Not that I have to, but I want to.
What personal stuff? I have no time left for personal stuff! Okay, there was the Fourth of July. Went to Door County with my dad, my brother, my daughter, and the roommate. I survived.
• Drove up on the third with the daughter and roommate in my car.
• The first night the ladies stayed up until 3 am drinking wine and beer. For some reason, no headache the next day. Amazeballs.
• The second day (the fourth) we went shopping and tapa hopping. I had to make my daughter drive after the first place we stopped because I tried a specialty brew that was 16% alcohol. In a 14 ounce glass. Whoosh.
• That night we did dinner at our favorite restaurant. They'd been through two chefs in the last two years. The current one is good, but not as good as the one from two years ago. The one in the middle turned out to be a disaster according to the waitperson.
• Barely made it back to the hotel in time for fireworks, but we did make it, even if we had to watch them from somebody's driveway instead of the waterfront. The volunteer directing traffic said it was a zoo and that driveway had a pretty good view so why not just plant our butts there. We did. Only to find out that the two beach chairs we'd grabbed on the fly (my daughter and the roommate didn't have any) were children's chairs. Ahahaha. My roommate fit in hers perfectly for she is the weeist of wee things. The daughter--I wish I could have taken a picture.
• Actually made it to bed relatively early, before midnight!
• The roommate stayed back at the hotel while the daughter and I went stand-up paddleboarding. I only stood up, briefly, and sat right back down; treated the board more like a canoe or kayak. Still got a good workout.
• Then the roommate and daughter left to return to Madison, only to get a call a few hours later that they'd had a flat tire, how did my jack, etc. work? Pointed them to the owner's manual, but some kind traveler stopped and helped them out. They made it home okay; even though they didn't call me to tell me that.
• I went home with Dad and bro on the sixth. Stopped at our favorite winery and picked up a case of wine (20% off when you buy a case). Got home to find out that not only had the daughter had a flat, but that the rim was broken. I've no clue how and I'm afraid to ask my daughter.
• Took the car to the dealer; the part is discontinued and they will have to get it from a salvage yard. Something I could probably do myself, but I'm willing to pay them an extra $100 to do the leg work for me.
• Lastly, my container garden is thriving after I nearly killed it from underwatering. That's what I get for overcrowding them and all those pretty plants sucking up all the water fast. However, I now have delicious little orange-colored cherry tomatoes on one plant and many unripe red cherry tomatoes on the other. The strawberries did zip this year; I think because I almost killed them while they were blossoming and nothing got the chance to get fertilized. Ah, well. Next year, if they winter over okay in their pots.
And that's it! I've spent way too much time on this; I have e-mails to answer! See ya!