Whoooossssshhhh

It's been a bit of a hectic week 'round here.

First off, on Friday (after this meeting I mentioned last week) I'm told that my new responsibility is to take calls for the Executive Director... not be his secretary, just take his calls. The unfortunate thing here is that I've finally gotten to the point in my job as a dept. secretary that I know what to do when people call us about 80 percent of the time. Taking the exec. director's calls? Oh, about 3% of the time I know what to do... the other 97% I've just got to pass it back to his actual secretary. So, basically, once again I look like an idjit.

Secondly, my boss (the department head) calls me into her office late Monday and tells me that she's leaving the organization because she got a better job elsewhere. I'm happy for her, I totally am, but again the organization isn't hiring anyone to replace her. You already know why this sucks-- my other boss is moving up in the world (again, good for her) but the workload on me is probably going to increase... again... along with answering the exec. director's calls.

Third and last for now, because I do know this is boring, trust me... I'm going all out to bore the crap out of you, so you're just going to have to tell me if it's working... is that last night my department held a celebratory dinner for people who participated in this series of seminars (now completed). When we sent out the invites, we expected ~300 to rsvp. We had 75 tell us they were going to be there.

This means the hotel charges a hefty fee, since it's a lot fewer than they were banking on. Understandable.

But then, half of the people who rsvpd don't show. So, that's about 40 $46 dinners down the drain. Jackholes. Plus the speaker, who in his defense was very interesting, went way over his allotted time. I was supposed to be able to leave at 8:30... it was actually 9:30 when I got out of there, so I got to go right home and go straight to bed, pretty much. Because I am a PARTY ANIMAL, I stayed up until 10:30.

That's enough to bore you with right now. Perhaps tomorrow I will tell you the story of the sweet, but idiotic mailroom guy who is absolutely unable to print a two-sided agenda which has to be folded in half.