It’s been a gnarly week in the office. Returning Monday morning after five days of business travel, i was instantaneously inundated with three “on-fire” projects, and was on the hook to prepare a presentation for my trip next week. All day, i was hopping as though there were electrodes under my arse, delivering rapid-fire e-mails and delegating project bits to minions team members.
My level of productivity – without panic* – was such that by mid-afternoon my Division Tech Director poked his head in my office to say “Damn, woman, you’re earning your salary today!”
daisyfae: So long as i only have to do it once a week or so? i’ll stick around…
Finishing up the presentation yesterday, it was shipped upward for “information” – to my Director. Given that it’s to a fairly high-level corporate audience, and given that he lives in mortal fear of “looking bad”, he asked me to visit him this afternoon and go over the presentation**.
i sent an e-mail to let the entire tech team know that i’d be doing the informal flip-through with the big cheese. Immediate reply from my DivChief.
DivChief: I have complete faith in you!
daisyfae: I won’t wear my slippers. Or flash him.
DivChief: He’ll be disappointed.
daisyfae: Yeah. They’re pretty cool slippers…
* This is entirely due to my complete inability to give a shit. i keep trying. It isn’t happening.
** At 3:00pm on a FRIDAY?!?!? Totally cutting into my “i’m going to leave early because the sun is out” plan…