After yesterday’s shock during my perusal of my job performance plan for the year, seeing a number of incidents of grander expectations than in the draft versions, today I put on my cowgirl boots and said, heck yes I can do all that. A small part of that included making the decision to learn how to create my own Access databases. That may not sound happiness-inducing, but the actual making of the decision and finding someone to loan me the right book indeed brings intense satisfaction. I have two projects that requires such skills and instead of whining and moaning and looking for someone to do it for me, I’m just doing it. Kick that, cowgirl!
I dusted myself with glitter for our office holiday party.
I wore the pretty party dress for our office holiday party.
I made delicious egg salad bites (egg salad on/in small bites of veggies) for our office holiday party.
I completely skipped our office holiday party to drink tea with our dazzling DAZZLING records officer from DC here to help us enter the digital 21st century. Jason is not from Washington, he’s from the future. And I’ve immensely enjoyed learning more about what he’s doing. (If digital records management sounds less than happiness-inducing, let me refer you to my reaction to Access databases).
I find it very enjoyable to watch geese land on the pond out the window as their butts slide across the ice. Very controlled butt sliding upon landing.
An after-work meeting with my community diversity small-group group about our project plan. I’d drafted a plan and we sat down together to fill in the holes and get it ready for submission to the powers that be. My compatriots both liked and appreciated what I had done ahead of time and also had wonderful, substantive additions. Yay! Must say, I can write a project plan.
Came home to a Christmas card in the mail from a dear old friend.
Finally, I got an email that one of the library books I was wait-listed for was available: Orhan Pamuk’s Silent House. I just picked it up, venturing out in the dark evening. On the cover is a glass of tea in the ubiquitous Istanbul tea glass. Warmth is running through my veins as my own tea kettle hums.
And tomorrow is my Friday off. Admittedly with a list of things to do, but room for tea and book.