May 17 2006

up the creek without a paddle

category: short stories

that’s where my time management skills are. Skills?  Hah! I don’t think so. Confessions of a failed organizer:

colleague # 1:  did you go home last night?  Oh yes,  you’ve changed your clothes

colleague # 2:  did you go home last night?

colleague # 1: That’s what I said!

colleague # 2: you were wearing something different yesterday.

Wendy: do you like my new jeans?

Unison colleagues:  hadn’t noticed the jeans

Must get more efficient,  either drop some responsibilites,  shift them, or refine my processes.  I don’t like working silly hours or being noticed doing so.  I want to have a normal life with normal times.  My managers’ comment when I asked for resources to do the stuff that wasn’t my ‘core value’ (skill set) was ‘find someone to do it for you’.  Urgh.  Looks like I need to develop my ’selling’ skills because no-one reports to me.  Then I can say ‘can you do this for me’ because if you do ‘you’ll get this’ wonderful benefit.  Seeing me in my new jeans obviously isn’t enough motivation.


May 17 2006

humming

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something for the stinker in your life:

Perfume named after the polluting vehicle

hum = verb,  to smell bad.  A ‘hummer’ is something that emits a bad smell.    How appropriate ;-)