When I was about ten, my mom handed me a book from American Girl called “The Care and Keeping of You 2” and told me to talk to her if I had any questions. I proceeded to read through 96 pages of information for girls who are about to go through puberty. When I finished it, my mom asked again if I had any questions. I apparently had no trouble accepting that I would soon be shopping for bras or bleeding out of my vagina, and I had only one: “Mom, how do I know if I have an eating disorder?”
I graduated last Saturday!
I haven’t received my diploma yet, but I am officially done. That makes me the proud new owner of a Masters degree in Engineering Management.
More importantly, however, this makes me the extremely excited owner of infinite free time. Or so I tell myself. Realistically, I still have a full-time job and spend 2-4 hours at aerials classes every day…
BUT GUYS. I HAVE MY WEEKENDS BACK.
So that means I suddenly have time to cook all my meals, keep my apartment clean, hang out with friends, train for a marathon, AND still have time to binge watch Netflix every once in a while… right? 🙂
Today, one of my coworkers was instructed to delegate a task that he was assigned because he’s got a lot on his plate. So he sent me a message saying “hey, I’ve been told to delegate this task and I’m pretty sure there are zero people in the company who have relevant experience with both of the things involved in it who aren’t you. Can you do it?”
Of course I said yes. And then I felt really special, cause there are a lot of people in the company and being the only one who literally anything is a pretty big deal. Realistically it’s just a coincidence due to my current and former positions, but regardless, I felt awesome.
Killin’ it. 😀
Yesterday was the first day of my last semester of grad school.
Whoooooooo! Almost done. 🙂
I applied for graduation from grad school today. So, yeah. That’s a thing next semester.
I started a new job last Friday.
I still work for the same company, in the same building and on the same floor, even under the same director, but it’s new and it’s a promotion and I also got a raise and I looooooooove it. A lot!
Earlier this week I found myself sitting in the middle of a sea of spiders. And no, it wasn’t a nightmare and I’m not going to end this story with “and then I woke up”. It actually happened, in real life. And I survived.
So I got a new assignment at work yesterday.
I’ve been my manager’s go-to metrics person for my group for quite some time now, so there are a couple of presentations I have to put together every month. This month, my manager was on vacation when I had to do them so he asked me to send one of them to my director for approval. It’s important to note here that due to a recent org change, my director is actually my boss’s boss’s boss.
That in itself wasn’t a huge deal. I make these presentations every month, and I’ve met my director before, so I felt like I had it mostly under control. When my director started asking me for additional metrics I started to worry a bit more, but they were easy to compile so I still was only mildly concerned.
Unfortunately, that was short-lived.
Here I am… traveling for work, again.
I really shouldn’t be complaining because I’m very fortunate that I’ve gotten to travel much, especially as a new hire, but I spend so much time on airplanes. I’m over it. And it especially doesn’t help that I’m completely on the other side of the country so it took a very long flight to get here (and THREE flights on the way home). But on the bright side, I get a four day weekend because Thursday counts as a travel day and Friday is holiday.
Plus, you know, I got to travel. And I met a whole bunch of new people (mostly managers) whom I wouldn’t have met otherwise. And I met a coworker I talk to regularly but had never seen in person. And I got to see a friend from college. And of course, I still get free food while I’m traveling. So there are certainly perks.
I just wish I didn’t have to fly. And that it weren’t so disruptive to my life (I miss my cats, and I hate having to skip aerial for several days in a row). And if I could potentially get a little more than a week and a half notice before I had to go somewhere that would be great too.
I’m traveling again!
Except this time it’s way less exciting – partly because with all the traveling I’ve been doing to visit boyfriend in Wisconsin I am beyond sick of airports and airplanes, partly because I think the initial “wonder” has worn off, and partly because I’m not traveling with any of my teammates this time so I anticipate it being a bit lonelier than my past travels. Which is fine, really, cause it means I get to spend more time in my room practicing poi (more on that later this week), but it’s still a very different experience.