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So much going on out in the world. There was HUGE earthquake in Haiti today; I'm sure the pictures are going to be devastating because it's one of the poorest, most densely populated places on Earth. And then there was a workplace shooting today up in Kennesaw. NBC is trying to turn The Tonight Show into the tomorrow show (wtf? "Tonight" after midnight?!?). And American Idol's 9th season starts on tv tonight - and I think that i still preferred the show a little more in its earlier incarnation where the judges weren't so full of themselves. Randy Jackson's uber-white teeth scare me.
In work-related news, here's something kinda embarrassing: I saw some people tonight that I haven't seen in a while, right? The last time I had a whole convo with them was back in early November and I'd mentioned to them that we were waiting on a reorg announcement at work, so things were really slow. Boy, did I feel awkward when they asked me about work tonight because it's over 2 months later and we.still.have.no.mfing.news!! The only real development happened today, when some of the people in another workgroup in our department were told that they're going to have to re-interview for their current positions. Let the Orange Tsunami 2010 begin...
After lots of hand-wringing, I decided to work on one of my 2010 goals: be a bolder and stronger Tica. So I went to the quarterly Young Professionals Council meeting with a big ol EFF YOU/I OWN THIS attitude toward the committee chair that I wasn't getting along with. I came into the meeting, walked right up to him and introduced myself and said that he wasn't getting rid of me that easily. And sure enough, by the end of the night, he was asking me to partner with him to represent the YP in a committee seat of an event that Amer Cancer Society is putting on later this year. Take that, wimpy Tica - strong Tica always gets her way. I haven't had a very good experience with this organization so far...but it's not about me and my pride or wounded feelings. We have some very important work to do because the money we raise helps people who are fighting something so much bigger than bruised egos and stepped-on toes. I guess that got reinforced for me in listening to a thyroid cancer survivor's story last night. She was just starting out life at 23. One night, you go to bed thinking whatever's going on couldn't possibly be that big of a deal. And days later, you wake up and the doctor tells you that you're not just sick - you have cancer. Listening to her talk really reminded me why I volunteer. My heart won't let me NOT do good things. I'm not immune to life going wrong at any moment.
Tired,
ticcums
In work-related news, here's something kinda embarrassing: I saw some people tonight that I haven't seen in a while, right? The last time I had a whole convo with them was back in early November and I'd mentioned to them that we were waiting on a reorg announcement at work, so things were really slow. Boy, did I feel awkward when they asked me about work tonight because it's over 2 months later and we.still.have.no.mfing.news!! The only real development happened today, when some of the people in another workgroup in our department were told that they're going to have to re-interview for their current positions. Let the Orange Tsunami 2010 begin...
After lots of hand-wringing, I decided to work on one of my 2010 goals: be a bolder and stronger Tica. So I went to the quarterly Young Professionals Council meeting with a big ol EFF YOU/I OWN THIS attitude toward the committee chair that I wasn't getting along with. I came into the meeting, walked right up to him and introduced myself and said that he wasn't getting rid of me that easily. And sure enough, by the end of the night, he was asking me to partner with him to represent the YP in a committee seat of an event that Amer Cancer Society is putting on later this year. Take that, wimpy Tica - strong Tica always gets her way. I haven't had a very good experience with this organization so far...but it's not about me and my pride or wounded feelings. We have some very important work to do because the money we raise helps people who are fighting something so much bigger than bruised egos and stepped-on toes. I guess that got reinforced for me in listening to a thyroid cancer survivor's story last night. She was just starting out life at 23. One night, you go to bed thinking whatever's going on couldn't possibly be that big of a deal. And days later, you wake up and the doctor tells you that you're not just sick - you have cancer. Listening to her talk really reminded me why I volunteer. My heart won't let me NOT do good things. I'm not immune to life going wrong at any moment.
Tired,
ticcums