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It is time to consider
that baby is a sinner
She’ll was away her sins
Wash away her sins
She’ll wash away her sins and go home

Hardly ever was I so glad it is weekend than I am today. Blessed, blessed weekend full of awesomeness. I’m completely spent.

I had a few anxious days at work where we’re teetering on the edge of losing an important client (yeah, client I, see below, and my own efforts there were not really helping, I made a few mistakes). Today was the day I was supposed to shine and do things brilliantly. I had my training prepared into the details. It was solid, it was sound, it was very, very good. And then we arrived in the virtual classroom and the client had tech issues that I couldn’t do anything about.

Seriously, Murphy and your law? Go fuck yourself. This did NOT help.

But at least I know that this was not my fault; I did everything in my power to make this work. And I did well. But pouring all that energy into them, to create some semblance of structure and awesomeness despite everything… holy crap that was draining.

So yeah… weekend. Whohoo!
Time for me to think of other things but work.

Well, I’m about to embark on a 2 hour bus-and-train journey to client I, the one that was so bitchy to my company the other day. I’ll have to make sure to be polite, charming, and a good trainer, and not say any stupid things. Also, on the way there I only have my mp3 player and I can’t play on Popo on my iPhone because Popo is down… so this better be frigging worth it!

Will you think of me today?

I think my decision to retrieve myself and to stop sucking came at exactly the right moment. Holy crap it is busy at work. Yesterday an in house training, today a training in Waalwijk, and tomorrow a project meeting in Deventer. Exhausted as I am, it is off to bed with me!

I am completely comfortable with no fitness today. Sleep has priority now!

…contract extension! I’ll be with GS for another year.
Wooo!

I’d say: let’s break out the champagne, but bleh, I got quite enough champagne at new year’s already. So I’ll just throw the horns then.

\m/ !!

One of the reasons why I think my job rocks…? Because I spent the first hour of it setting up our christmas tree.
We have an actual christmas tree!! There’s also a baby christmastree with lights sitting on my desk. Aren’t they adorable?

Despite feeling dancer, I still went to company S with my colleague (also S, not to be confused with company S), and did a training there. And then, as we arrived and I started the introduction, it turned out that no, they wanted to know about the OTHER thing that we had hardly prepared. Figures.

S and I scrambled to get something together, but the training became a bit of a mess because of it. Also, the group itself was being extremely willful, didn’t understand anything, didn’t seem to *want* understand anything, and my colleague (who was somewhat more of a tech expert on this part), became increasingly flustered. We had to act. So I sent everyone on break, told S not to panic (she was also feeling dancer, poor girl) and we chalked down the outline of the project on a chalkboard and how exactly to use the software, to create some oversight.

And when everyone came back, the light in their eyes went on, we discussed the project and the tech and how to utilize them, and let them play with the manual by trying out the tech. And eventually everyone went home happy. Well…. yay. But that was not what we came for. Still, it was something that needed to be done, and I’m damn proud on how S and I weathered the storm and took back control when all seemed lost.

Boss G was pleased too.
I wonder, however, how we’re going to get company S back in line again. How to take away that willfulness and the aversion to change?

Well, welcome in the wonderful world of change management

ok, there’s been a bit of demand on elaboration on the ‘feeling dancer’ thing: it’s been used in our circle of friends for a while now. It’s taken from this song with horrid lyrics (oh Killers, what happened to you?), and a funny on this website containing the lyrics, we now refer to having a hangover (or feeling decidedly crappy in the morning) as ‘not feeling human, but feeling dancer’. I know. It’s one of those ‘you should have been there’ jokes

So the third consecutive night finds me and my work laptop Tosh on the couch. Working on this STUPID report for customer B, who didn’t get its needs specified enough so now I have to restructure the whole frigging essay.

I did a lot of work today – but here’s the cincher: all after 2pm. I really have a problem people. I can’t get any solid essaywriting done until well after lunchtime. Which sucks, if you really have to get shit done. I’d feel rather embarassed to ask my boss to change my work hours from 2pm to 10pm, so that’s really not an option. Also, it’s not something I’d want for myself either. So yeah, I’ll just have to suck it up and wish to be able to produce better essaywriting skills in the morning.

Hopefully once I get this damn thing done there’s some structure in all of our lives at GS company where it comes to project leading, and then my life will be easier.

So I hope even harder that it’s the last night (at least this month) that finds Tosh and me playing couch potato and writing on customer advice essays. Company B better REALLY think we’re the shit after this one.