Lots going on at the office. We are short handed, and we have several large projects moving forward, all at the same time. We have a new person starting early in April. I look forward to her telling me about the time she was run over by a truck, she said it gave new meaning to waking up in the morning feeling like you have been run over by a truck. (I am going to like her, she loves to tell stories.)
I was substituted in as a reviewer for professional journal articles that were commissioned for a summit we are managing this spring. There are ten of them. Two are excellent, a few minor edits, add a couple of sentences and they are good to go. Six are okay, not great, they need work (one is three times the page/word limit.) Two are terrible. How bad are they? If you turned them in for freshman comp in college, you would fail. One was five weeks late, filled with mistakes, and incomplete. Oh My! One of the reasons I started blogging daily, was to improve my writing. If you want to write better, write more, and force yourself to read what you have written. Typos slip through, they always will, my brain works that way.
I got grumpy mid week. Frustration at doing the same thing, over and over, and expecting different outcomes. Yep, the shop above would have surcharged me. Well I was nice to my sweet bear, I try to always be nice to him.
Last weekend, we needed to get out of the house, so we took a drive. We drove into Washington DC. I was shocked, the fortified green zone around the Capitol, with the military providing security, stretches all the way down to the National Museum of the American Indian. The the domestic terrorists inspired by the former president, have the city on lock down. Not the city I fell in love with, not the city I moved here for. Lock-em up and throw away the key, and take their leader with them.
I took Friday off, hopefully my grumpiness will pass.
Careful about the corporate speak, moving forward. Are the writers of the two really bad articles being paid? I am sure the security is depressing and security is not something I like to see. It does the opposite to giving me a sense of security, whether I am on the inside or outside.ReplyDelete
Separation has become harder, with my workplace being my bedroom.Delete
Hope the grumpiness has passed and you took the day to be kind to yourself.ReplyDelete
I took a nice nap on Friday afternoon, cooked a fun dinner, somewhat better,Delete
The legacy of four years of the orange idiot is not good on any level. I can see why it would make you grumpy.ReplyDelete
As for people who do a poor job, it can be because they are simply in the wrong job, one they are not up to, sometimes because the system has failed them by giving them the impression they are doing ok when they should have been told to change direction.
I so agree, one of the authors on the incomplete paper is a dear friend of mine, and she is really good at some things, but writing is not one of them. If they had asked me before inviting her (making her feel obligated to write) I would have said, please don't ask.Delete
We all get a little grumpy, and I would imagine seeing the aftermath of the white terrorists doesn't help.ReplyDelete
So, yeah, lock 'em ALL up.
I wish the FBI would charge the leader, duck walk him off the golf course in shackles.Delete
I am happy to see you are nice to sweet bear; he is a nice fellow.ReplyDelete
here is a little song to cheer you up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3fAS392Wzc
You have the perfect song for everything. Mr Rogers went to Rollins, it was always a wonderful day in that neighborhood.Delete
Can you just reject the two terrible journal articles?ReplyDelete
I suggested that, and was told we wouldn't. We should have.Delete
One of the drawbacks to working from home. Many i know working home are no showing signs of it grating of them....one even hoping they return. It's ruining his home life.ReplyDelete
I suspect DC may never well return to normal.Delete
I remember being here in the late 1970's, when you could walk in any door of the Capital, my parents were here in the early 50's when you could park next to the CapitalDelete
I can't even imagine how sad that must look. It would bring tears to my eyes.ReplyDelete
It is sad,Delete
I like the word 'cross' over grumpy. I hope your mood dissipates soon.ReplyDelete
Feeling better alreadyDelete