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Jan. 12th, 2003 08:13 pm-In an amazing bit of luck around other people's calendar planning, April is actually not interfering too badly with itself. I can attend an old college friends' wedding the weekend of the 6th, the Yale Story Reading 20th reunion the weekend of the 12th, the eloborate women's mystery event one of the elders in my Wiccan community is holding on the weekend of the 19th, and still manage to meet my commitment as local GoH at Jersey Devil Con on the weekend of the 26th. I am oh so pleased!
-I'm sick of "*insert fringe community here* standard time". It's not cute. It makes me seem on the obnoxious and anal overorganized side sometimes, but showing up when you say you will is actually a pretty basic social skill. Putting as high value on other people's time as you put on your own is a key sign of respect. It recognizes that your friend has made a choice to spend time with you, time zie could have spent elsewhere. We waited over an hour for the group meeting us for dinner after the Flea vendors closed, at a place we would not have chosen ourselves, before![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lediva and postvixen andpostrodent andmidnightserval and I gave up and left. We did have a lovely dinner ourselves in a quirky Algerian place off Central Square, where the conservative women who hung around there were appalled by my revealing sequined bustier but charmed by lediva's cat makeup. They laughed and laughed to hear that we were going home, and not clubbing, but by time we finished dinner at 10:30 or so the urge to go back to the con, and certainly the urge to go to the party of the person who had stood us up, had passed. I'll apologize if I find out that somesub ended up in the hospital with a broken leg, ad people were tending zir, but I somehow doubt this. We still haven't heard an excuse or apology, as far as I know.
-Tired, very tired. Tomorrow I have about 12 hours of work to complete in an eight hour day. This would not be that bad if most of what I needed to do didn't require giving information to people that I don't yet have. And I'm desperately, desperately afraid of screwing this stuff up. I'm not as efficient as I'd like to be. If Friday had gone better, this wouldn't be looming.
It's not so much that I mind the long commute, anymore. I mind the lost time. I'm in a phase when I'm trying to make new friends, and it feels so much like blowing people off when it's hard work to fit them into your schedule.
-My fortune cookie on Wednesday night said "Do not pass on a once in a lifetime opportunity." Thursday morning, I recieved email back from an old Pepsi colleague who is now senior tech manager at a small beverage company, responding to a resume I sent her at the beginning of October, saying that she didn't know my current situation, but if I were available to give her a call. Part of me really wouldn't want to back out of my current one-year commitment. That's not my style, though I've got an escape clause in my contract. Part of me was happy this other opportuntiy had fizzled earlier, because I'm not sure I want to make a big-responsibility, indispensible-in the-organization kind of career move right now, when I'm trying to rebalance my life. But I don't like the job I'm doing now, no, not at all.
-I'm sick of "*insert fringe community here* standard time". It's not cute. It makes me seem on the obnoxious and anal overorganized side sometimes, but showing up when you say you will is actually a pretty basic social skill. Putting as high value on other people's time as you put on your own is a key sign of respect. It recognizes that your friend has made a choice to spend time with you, time zie could have spent elsewhere. We waited over an hour for the group meeting us for dinner after the Flea vendors closed, at a place we would not have chosen ourselves, before
lediva and postvixen andpostrodent andmidnightserval and I gave up and left. We did have a lovely dinner ourselves in a quirky Algerian place off Central Square, where the conservative women who hung around there were appalled by my revealing sequined bustier but charmed by lediva's cat makeup. They laughed and laughed to hear that we were going home, and not clubbing, but by time we finished dinner at 10:30 or so the urge to go back to the con, and certainly the urge to go to the party of the person who had stood us up, had passed. I'll apologize if I find out that somesub ended up in the hospital with a broken leg, ad people were tending zir, but I somehow doubt this. We still haven't heard an excuse or apology, as far as I know.-Tired, very tired. Tomorrow I have about 12 hours of work to complete in an eight hour day. This would not be that bad if most of what I needed to do didn't require giving information to people that I don't yet have. And I'm desperately, desperately afraid of screwing this stuff up. I'm not as efficient as I'd like to be. If Friday had gone better, this wouldn't be looming.
It's not so much that I mind the long commute, anymore. I mind the lost time. I'm in a phase when I'm trying to make new friends, and it feels so much like blowing people off when it's hard work to fit them into your schedule.
-My fortune cookie on Wednesday night said "Do not pass on a once in a lifetime opportunity." Thursday morning, I recieved email back from an old Pepsi colleague who is now senior tech manager at a small beverage company, responding to a resume I sent her at the beginning of October, saying that she didn't know my current situation, but if I were available to give her a call. Part of me really wouldn't want to back out of my current one-year commitment. That's not my style, though I've got an escape clause in my contract. Part of me was happy this other opportuntiy had fizzled earlier, because I'm not sure I want to make a big-responsibility, indispensible-in the-organization kind of career move right now, when I'm trying to rebalance my life. But I don't like the job I'm doing now, no, not at all.
