Absent motivation (and time) to write a real blog post, you get a brain-dump instead…
Project365 has become a victim of circumstance. I missed a day 3 weeks ago, another day 2 weeks ago, and now I’ve missed 2 days in the past week. Some of the days when I did get a picture, I felt like I was looking for something to shoot for the sake of the blog and for no other reason. Remember when I attended a weekend workshop put on by The Nikon School back in January? One of the instructors said something that has stuck with me- “In the age of digital photography, we’re shooting more than ever, but sharing less than ever.” There are times when I shoot a bunch of photos of the kids or life around the house, but when I look back my efforts went into making sure I had content for Projec365 instead of sharing photos with family. I need to reevaluate my approach and find ways to share memories of the kids with grandparents, etc.
Work has been kicking my ass, but in a good way, lately. Several weeks ago I was given the opportunity to spent a couple of months as interim executive assistant to a senior leader new to our organization. While this may sound like a step down, it’s not, it’s actually a great professional development opportunity and has the potential to improve my career progression and chances for promotion. My new boss arrived last week and we have been VERY busy, we’re just getting started and I put in a 55 hour work week and this coming week looks to be about the same.
Katie and I are doing well, I did manage to escape the office on Tuesday to have lunch with her. I told my colleagues that I was heading off to have lunch with a hot woman, they assumed that I was referring to my wife. If they only knew
(Not that Veronica isn’t hot, of course…) We haven’t had quality alone time in a few weeks and with my new job responsibilities it’s going to become increasingly difficult to arrange that. But we’ll manage, she knows what’s going on and understands.
I’m now part of an office of 5 people- my new boss the senior executive, his deputy, a secretary, a public affairs person and myself. I think his deputy is going to drive me batshit crazy. Here’s an example of her management style- an e-mail is sent to both she and I from someone outside the organization. Rather than looking to see that I’m also on the To: line, she forwards (without comment) the message to me. Okay, that’s not really a big deal, I just delete what she forwarded since I already got the message. But 30 seconds after she hits send she’s standing at my desk letting me know what she just did. Really? Apparently she has nothing better to do, doesn’t trust e-mail to work and/or doesn’t trust me to read and react appropriately to e-mail messages.
Another downside to the move is that I’m sharing an office with someone, no more private office for me, at least for the next several months. If you follow me on Twitter you might have noticed that I was VERY quiet during the week. Even if I wasn’t so damn busy, I don’t have the privacy that would enable me to goof off online once in a while during the day. Oh well, they are paying me to work (and paying me quite well) so I guess I can’t complain…
Oh, one bright side besides the professional growth and development is that the public affairs woman is smokin’ hot and has a flirtatious streak. So there’s that
Time to get off my ass and do stuff around the house, the boss and I have a flight this evening.
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AN IRISH BLONDE IN A CASINO
An attractive blonde from Cork , Ireland arrived at the casino. She seemed a little intoxicated and bet twenty-thousand Euros on a single roll of the dice.
She said, ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I feel much luckier when I’m completely nude’.
With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, ‘Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!’
As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed…’YES! YES! I WON, I WON!’
She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed.
The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded.
Finally, one of them asked, ‘What did she roll?’
The other answered, ‘I don’t know – I thought you were watching.’
MORAL OF THE STORY -
Not all Irish are drunks,
not all blondes are dumb,
but all men…are men.