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I finally got selected for jury duty and I'm legitimately thrilled. I also need to find out if I can just go to court proceedings on a day off and observe. I find it all so fascinating.
I'll be in Chicago for four days for work at the end of March. My boss, a co-worker and I are visiting some of our clients in person. It will be weirdly stressful as those visits always feel like an intense examination of what I have or haven't done to force the client to do things exactly the way we think they should be done. If they are a "good" client, I get no credit since they're doing what they are supposed to. If there are areas where they are struggling, it'll be my fault (no matter how many times I've recommended things to them or followed-up). When you're a one-person department, it can often feel like you're under the microscope all the time.
I also am working up the courage to ask my boss if I'll get a raise and or bonus. There is no formal review process (save for my second year) and unless I bring it up, it gets ignored. Which, for an HR-focused company, sucks. However, I now have monthly calls with the CEO (her idea) so I can bring it up with her if things don't go well with my boss tomorrow. Like, they would be significantly fucked if I quit but I do enjoy the work for the most part.
I grabbed an Oscar-winning Shorts DVD from the library on a whim and was pleasantly surprised to recognize David Rakoff's voice (before I even saw his face), in one of the entries even though it wasn't that good of a story.
Kimberly and I are enjoying more domestic time together and I have to admit it's been pretty nice. One weekend per month, Nate is with Marie so we can hang out for a good chunk of it rather than limiting it to a date night. She took me out to my first ever fish fry on Friday and we spent part of Saturday at an art festival before getting burritos and playing cribbage. I put so much pressure on myself to have things planned when she comes over that I'd forgotten how nice it is to be agenda-less.
If I don't get actually get chosen for jury duty, I'm going to be fucking pissed.
I'll be in Chicago for four days for work at the end of March. My boss, a co-worker and I are visiting some of our clients in person. It will be weirdly stressful as those visits always feel like an intense examination of what I have or haven't done to force the client to do things exactly the way we think they should be done. If they are a "good" client, I get no credit since they're doing what they are supposed to. If there are areas where they are struggling, it'll be my fault (no matter how many times I've recommended things to them or followed-up). When you're a one-person department, it can often feel like you're under the microscope all the time.
I also am working up the courage to ask my boss if I'll get a raise and or bonus. There is no formal review process (save for my second year) and unless I bring it up, it gets ignored. Which, for an HR-focused company, sucks. However, I now have monthly calls with the CEO (her idea) so I can bring it up with her if things don't go well with my boss tomorrow. Like, they would be significantly fucked if I quit but I do enjoy the work for the most part.
I grabbed an Oscar-winning Shorts DVD from the library on a whim and was pleasantly surprised to recognize David Rakoff's voice (before I even saw his face), in one of the entries even though it wasn't that good of a story.
Kimberly and I are enjoying more domestic time together and I have to admit it's been pretty nice. One weekend per month, Nate is with Marie so we can hang out for a good chunk of it rather than limiting it to a date night. She took me out to my first ever fish fry on Friday and we spent part of Saturday at an art festival before getting burritos and playing cribbage. I put so much pressure on myself to have things planned when she comes over that I'd forgotten how nice it is to be agenda-less.
If I don't get actually get chosen for jury duty, I'm going to be fucking pissed.
