| Wind of change |
[May. 31st, 2012|07:59 pm] |
Получила таки долгожданное повышение до Delivery Product Manager.
Официально выхожу 11 июня.
Отличная команда, интересный проект...Чего еще желать? Разве что хорошей компенсации :)
Ну а пока, тяну 2 проекта и пытаюсь везде успеть. |
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| Government invented the time machine! |
[May. 22nd, 2012|09:39 pm] |
I just went to website of NJ Division of Taxation to check the status of my tax rebate and it says:
Your refund in the amount of $X was approved on 05/24/12. It should be deposited into your bank account on that date. Please check your bank statement to confirm this.
Today is 05/22/12... |
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| This is a love letter to the finale. |
[May. 22nd, 2012|01:48 am] |
To those of you who expressed jealousy over my travels: it may interest you to know that I just attempted to count all the bug bites on my body but lost track at around 45. And I haven't even made it to the Amazons yet. If I could sleep in a pool of insect repellent I would.
On the bright side, it's officially canon that Dean has seen Castiel naked. ( Srsly how did this even happen. )
Also, there is a guy in my hostel who looks just like Lucifer. That is all. |
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| Nesting |
[May. 21st, 2012|10:51 am] |
I think I've officially moved into the nesting phase pretty hard core. What's that you say? I started a new job? The baby isn't arriving for four more months? The lawn needs mowing? SO WHAT, I AM GETTING EVERYTHING READY FOR MY BABY. I must spend hours online comparing dresser/changers and changing my Pinterest boards! I must find more garage sales and buy all their cutest baby toys and onesies! I have only 20% brain function left over for things like eating and talking out loud. In my mind, I have this intense urge to make everything ready down to the diaper pail and I feel like I will only be justified in thinking about anything else after the last detail is in place. And I know this is hormonal because I have never in my life felt like the most fun thing to do on a day off is go shopping. Now it seems like going shopping is pretty much the most fun thing I can think of to do -- right up there with going to Disneyland or having an ultra-romantic date. For my sake, and my bank account's sake, I hope this whole baby stuff getting into place happens sooner rather than later.
On Saturday, I had one of those rare days where when I go to bed at night and I think to myself, "That was good. If I had one day to live over again, that would be a contender"
When I got up, our perfect weather streak (going on 9 days now, low humidity, 70s, blue skies and sunshine with a slight breeze) was going strong. I made my egg sandwich and then checked Craigslist and the D&C and then used Google maps to pick the optimal path to all garage sales that advertised with the word "baby." Then I set my Tom Tom app on my phone and set off. Everywhere I went, people were incredibly good to me. At the girl scout sale they gave me extra cookies. At another sale, a woman my mother's age insisted with tears welling up in her eyes that I take all the baby stuff, take it for free, you'll need it! Then I found the jackpot -- a new construction neighborhood having a block sale. Every family on the street had kids age 2-8 with middle-class moms who were more or less my size. I gossiped with all the moms exchanging phone numbers, getting advice, buying all their old maternity clothing and getting the lowdown on all the best gear. It was awesome! Then I showed D my haul and had a nice lunch on the back porch while he took the car for a spin. After lunch, I tried on all the new clothes that I bought and settled on an adorable pink shirt with black polka dots and some super-comfy maternity shorts. I looked and felt really beautiful. Then I checked on my garden, which is growing just right -- even my veggies are sprouting -- and did a little watering. When D came home, we sat on the front porch and chatted. I went to lay in the grass and D got out his new galileoscope and put it together while talking with me. The neighbor who rarely talks to me came over with her mother and D demoed how to safely see a solar eclipse for us. We decided to make a video of his instructions, so I recorded him talking and tried not too laugh, but he was super cute. I felt so relaxed and happy. I made a delicious Thai curry for dinner and we watched the Muppets. It was pretty near a perfect day.
The job is going well. I had some trouble with understanding their parking set-up and I'm adjusting to working for a large organization (for instance, it took a week and a half before my badge worked correctly to let me into my office), but otherwise my co-workers are super-nice to me and I really enjoy the feeling of being on a large vibrant campus with skateboarding kids and people having heated debates and, well, just people doing things. It reminds me a bit of being back in a city. There are a ton of good food options on campus and D is jealous because his campus has a catering mafia that makes horrible food and serves it at all available outlets. The campus where I work, in contrast, even has stations where ethnic restaurants from the community come and take turns serving lunches for $3.50 a pop to lure students off campus and into their dining establishments. Also, the deaf community has an even greater impact than I thought it would. I've noticed my co-workers use signs occasionally without even consciously noticing. I'm so glad that I took some community classes in sign-language when I was in high-school. It helps me at least have a basic level of interaction with deaf folks -- i.e. I can at least say thanks or sorry when I bump into someone in the hall or when they open the door for me. I've also noticed, and I'm stereotyping here, that the deaf students are super-stylish -- like some of them look ready for their big Hollywood break at any moment. I think I need wardrobe tips from them.
On a more practical note, the job is a bit harder in some regards. It's more like going back to school. I'm not just doing project management, I realized, but also project planning. Project planning, it turns out, is moderately terrifying. I'm responsible for how everything will turn out at the top level. I need to understand all the details, and there are tons of different stakeholders with very different opinions about what they want to end result to look like and to do for them. My boss is being very supportive and is giving me time to just paper my office with post-it notes that I'm trying to re-arrange into some sensible pattern. Well, they can't fire me yet, right? And I still have time to read all those books I ILLed about data management. Weeeeeee! |
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