Early in the week I acted in a non-routine way. The fall-out trickled into every day that followed. Who’d think that something a trivial as attaching a badge to a jacket instead of my pants would lead to such disruption? Each day, I found myself calling into the Mother Hen of the department to be let in until…
signs of stress
There has been so much activity in my little world over the past month. One need only feel my neck and shoulders to realize effect. And the resulting prodromal stage of a migraine was just another sign.
Although I somehow managed to kick the headache before it took hold of me, I wasn’t able to shake the zombie-like feeling that followed. It was if I was hungover from too much social interaction.
With all that I’ve had going on — what, with BoBo’s visit, and YaYa’s baptism at the heart of it — truly it was a blessing that I opted to give up the time-sucking activities of FB and Twitter during the Lenten season. My return to each has been one of distance. Although Lent has ended, my stressors remain. It doesn’t help to be in taper mode as running helps me to manage my stress.
At work, I have a new boss to adjust to. I hope this will actually be a good thing. More importantly, the main event for my project is rapidly approaching. Things appear to finally be falling into place and I am crossing my fingers that no other hurdles put the project on delay.
As luck would have it, the kick-off meeting for this project is set to occur in Nebraska just days before my marathon. Different from the December meeting (that occurred the same weekend as my last marathon), my role at the upcoming meeting will require me to access my presenting skills. Which, of course, stresses me out even more. *deep breath*
Tonight, as I begin to test out slides which have been modified by others then set in stone, I find that the flow is beyond awkward and that I basically SUCK at my presentation. Even YaYa couldn’t resist adding yawns and commentary.
And I am certain that running 26.2 miles on the challenging BSIM course will likely be one of the easier and more enjoyable things I do in the coming weeks.
cows and sows
Our CMO is in the office every other week. This means that energy is running high every other week. The man has a way about him that is motivating, which is good because we have a lot of tough corporate goals to meet. My project in particular tops the list. No pressure here.
My project isn’t the only project however. We’ve got a lot going on and the corporate eyes are watching us closely to see how well we can execute or, as in the case of our biggest project, how well we can get our vendors to execute.
As we prepare to start new projects, more vendors are brought in-house to do their song and dance. Promising us the moon and stars, our team picks their brain to see how well they know their stuff. Because, lets face it, it isn’t about what they say they can do, it’s all about what they actually do. If we fail, heads will roll — OUR heads will roll.
So our CMO explains our objectives and fires off the questions like a pitching machine. His delivery is non-threatening and entertaining. And I sift through his fun little phrases, like “cows and sows,” trying to glean understanding on which ones are merely his unique way of discussing our “super double secret” projects and which are industry terminology that I should become accustomed to.
In our meetings, ten minutes becomes twenty and 1 hour quickly becomes 2 hours. The rule is that “nobody is excused unless they have a note from Epstein’s mother” because there is no place more important. When all is said, it’s time to get it done. We return to our desks and do our best to make it happen.
Spoiled dreams
While vacationing at a ritzy hotel, I encountered an hotel employee who would give me a hard time on ever encounter. I was infuriated. Then enters my best friend.
He’s tall with eyes like the clear blue sky and an ability to make people feel 100% good or bad (depending upon how you treat him.) I was sure he’d give the guy his ugly side after I told him about the last verbal crushing I’d recieved.
My friend helped me to pick my digity and confidence up off the floor and them went over to talk to the guy. Before I know it, they’re laughing up a storm like the best of friends. The guy is smiling instead of grumbling and my friend is walking back to me.
…and then the alarm woke me up. [Read more…]
bear on the loose
Aww! Just look at this little guy. He’s cute, soft, and looks cuddly too. He’s actually a warning signal much like color-coded flag system by American College of Sports Medicine which I first encountered when I ran Grandma’s Marathon.
You see, there is a co-worker at my new company who has a reputation for his tendency towards surprise attacks. On the surface, much like Teddy, he is handsome, well-dressed, and a real charmer. I know. Lately, he’s been spreading it on real thick. He wants to go out to lunch and “catch up.” Unfortunately, he’s not that way with everyone all the time.
Although I have seen the result of his actions, I have yet to witness them first-hand…thankfully. I’ve only been saved from the attacks because I haven’t challenged his opinion or methodology. Also, if you are nice to me, I will be nice to you in turn.
Still, when my colleagues wave the bear, I take the warning seriously, and take precautions. I even evacuate the area if possible.

