Bits 'n' bobs
I keep meaning to update, and it keeps getting away from me, so let's see what I can recap.
Work is still crazy, but it should let up after next week, which is our big customer conference. I'm currently balls deep in a document about reducing hospital readmissions, something which I knew nothing about until a couple weeks ago. Fortunately it doesn't have to be done-done by next week; even though we're going to show it to a few customers, it's in order to get their feedback on whether we're on the right track. Which is very important, considering we don't even know what our recommendations on how to reduce hospital readmissions are yet.
So even though I'm not as stressed out as I could be about the whole thing, that doesn't mean I can half-ass it like a college paper. I - we - still need to make a good impression on our customers, to show that they shouldn't turn to our competitors for this kind of thing. Yesterday I found out I was invited to attend a meeting with some high muckety-mucks from our largest customer on Monday to discuss the document. Ffffffffff-. I'm not sure how I keep getting thrown into these high-profile situations, considering I've only been working there a year (exactly, come October). Even my team lead commented on how weird it was. Just my luck, I suppose. Now I gotta dig my "business casual" attire out of the closet.
I turned 24 on Monday, though I wasn't able to do much fun stuff on the actual date because of work. My family came to visit over the preceding weekend, though, and they got to see me perform in the play that I'm in. I had several roles: Hansel (from Hansel and Gretel), the boy who points out the emperor isn't wearing any clothes, and a body double for the boy that is listening to the fairy tales.It's nice being able to perform, and to dress in drag, and to hang out with other weirdos even if I don't even know their names. (I only found out Gretel's real name in the past week. It's really sad how terrible I am at names.)
No matter how stressed out I may be about stuff, once the performance starts it all fades into the background. There are so many more imporant things: getting the costume change down; applying make-up; hitting your cues. I don't even get nervous on stage anymore - I just enter this zone, where I follow the flow of the scene - cross downstage; now I'm scared; notice the kids entering the scene. Our "actual" performance is next Wednesday. I'm debating whether to ask Gretel out for coffee or drinks or something afterwards. Not as a date because I don't think she swings that way, but as a little celebration of a job well done.
Kitties are crazy, as usual.
I can't wait for the customer conference to be over so I can think about shit besides work.
Work is still crazy, but it should let up after next week, which is our big customer conference. I'm currently balls deep in a document about reducing hospital readmissions, something which I knew nothing about until a couple weeks ago. Fortunately it doesn't have to be done-done by next week; even though we're going to show it to a few customers, it's in order to get their feedback on whether we're on the right track. Which is very important, considering we don't even know what our recommendations on how to reduce hospital readmissions are yet.
So even though I'm not as stressed out as I could be about the whole thing, that doesn't mean I can half-ass it like a college paper. I - we - still need to make a good impression on our customers, to show that they shouldn't turn to our competitors for this kind of thing. Yesterday I found out I was invited to attend a meeting with some high muckety-mucks from our largest customer on Monday to discuss the document. Ffffffffff-. I'm not sure how I keep getting thrown into these high-profile situations, considering I've only been working there a year (exactly, come October). Even my team lead commented on how weird it was. Just my luck, I suppose. Now I gotta dig my "business casual" attire out of the closet.
I turned 24 on Monday, though I wasn't able to do much fun stuff on the actual date because of work. My family came to visit over the preceding weekend, though, and they got to see me perform in the play that I'm in. I had several roles: Hansel (from Hansel and Gretel), the boy who points out the emperor isn't wearing any clothes, and a body double for the boy that is listening to the fairy tales.It's nice being able to perform, and to dress in drag, and to hang out with other weirdos even if I don't even know their names. (I only found out Gretel's real name in the past week. It's really sad how terrible I am at names.)
No matter how stressed out I may be about stuff, once the performance starts it all fades into the background. There are so many more imporant things: getting the costume change down; applying make-up; hitting your cues. I don't even get nervous on stage anymore - I just enter this zone, where I follow the flow of the scene - cross downstage; now I'm scared; notice the kids entering the scene. Our "actual" performance is next Wednesday. I'm debating whether to ask Gretel out for coffee or drinks or something afterwards. Not as a date because I don't think she swings that way, but as a little celebration of a job well done.
Kitties are crazy, as usual.
I can't wait for the customer conference to be over so I can think about shit besides work.