Sometimes I want to pinch myself.
I mean, am I really in charge of the marketing at a major local home builder? Am I really the one making decisions like where to stick all the low volt options in our models? Am I really the one working closely with the decorator? Am I really the one deciding how to consolidate two sales offices into one? Is it really me? I mean, WHY?? Half the time I feel under-equipped and out of my league. And the other half of the time I'm running around like a crazy person.
This has been a crazy person sort of day today, yesterday too.
I'm lucky I have such great trade partners to work with and rely on. I have literally been trained in this position through the companies we hire to do work for us. My printer, my decorator, my sign guy... they've taught me more about my job than anything else. Of course, there was no one else to train me since this position sat vacant for a month. If it wasn't for them I probably would have quit by now.
Today my phone and email has been exploding because our low volt company didn't know where to put any of the options we selected. We walked Amber Ridge together with the decorator and picked the locations of everything. But for our Avondale communities (where we have six models under construction) this is impossible. First of all, I've been left completely out of the loop by my boss and Construction department so I didn't even know these houses were at frame until yesterday when I decided to "pop" over there (it's an hour away). Secondly, the low volt company wasn't given any notice that Construction was ready for them to go in so they called me yesterday wanting to know if the decorator and I could walk them today. Um, no. The decorator lives in The OC and I'm busy! Thirdly, the mini's which we marked up with the locations of everything we wanted grew legs and walked out of the file. *sigh*
I've been on the phone all day between the low volt guy and my decorator, trying to figure out what to tell them. And it struck me, I have a big girl job. Like, it's almost a career. While the decisions I made today might seem like small ones if you don't know the business, they're actually quite important. And the thing about my job is that the work I do is out there for the whole world to see, and critique. It's sort of stressful. There isn't any going back from the decisions I'm making. They're going to put the low volt in and seal up the walls and that house is going to be stuck with my choices until it either burns down or falls apart in 50 years. I mean, wow.
Thank GOD for my decorator, seriously. I'd put her in my pocket and keep her with me 24/7 if I could. She's incredibly helpful and knowledgeable and never makes me feel stupid if I don't know the answer or ask her what I think is a question I should already know.
Anyway. *shrugs* Friday, February 17, 2006 around 3pm I finally figured out I have a big girl job. Somebody put a star on the calendar!
This has been a crazy person sort of day today, yesterday too.
I'm lucky I have such great trade partners to work with and rely on. I have literally been trained in this position through the companies we hire to do work for us. My printer, my decorator, my sign guy... they've taught me more about my job than anything else. Of course, there was no one else to train me since this position sat vacant for a month. If it wasn't for them I probably would have quit by now.
Today my phone and email has been exploding because our low volt company didn't know where to put any of the options we selected. We walked Amber Ridge together with the decorator and picked the locations of everything. But for our Avondale communities (where we have six models under construction) this is impossible. First of all, I've been left completely out of the loop by my boss and Construction department so I didn't even know these houses were at frame until yesterday when I decided to "pop" over there (it's an hour away). Secondly, the low volt company wasn't given any notice that Construction was ready for them to go in so they called me yesterday wanting to know if the decorator and I could walk them today. Um, no. The decorator lives in The OC and I'm busy! Thirdly, the mini's which we marked up with the locations of everything we wanted grew legs and walked out of the file. *sigh*
I've been on the phone all day between the low volt guy and my decorator, trying to figure out what to tell them. And it struck me, I have a big girl job. Like, it's almost a career. While the decisions I made today might seem like small ones if you don't know the business, they're actually quite important. And the thing about my job is that the work I do is out there for the whole world to see, and critique. It's sort of stressful. There isn't any going back from the decisions I'm making. They're going to put the low volt in and seal up the walls and that house is going to be stuck with my choices until it either burns down or falls apart in 50 years. I mean, wow.
Thank GOD for my decorator, seriously. I'd put her in my pocket and keep her with me 24/7 if I could. She's incredibly helpful and knowledgeable and never makes me feel stupid if I don't know the answer or ask her what I think is a question I should already know.
Anyway. *shrugs* Friday, February 17, 2006 around 3pm I finally figured out I have a big girl job. Somebody put a star on the calendar!