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Work and life
Jun. 10th, 2009 11:26 pmTea class tonight went well - we had five guests who weren't regular Tea folks (gone once, max, or were at the Bowers demo two weeks back, or never at all), and I only screwed up a few times, mostly because I was trying to LOOK serene while inwardly trying to quell a panic attack. Being in front of strangers who are all. staring. at. me. does that, sometimes. But Sensei thanked me for my help (I didn't do that much, just kinda tried to act like I knew what I was doing - I guess I should have been a theater major?) and sent me home with another project. If anyone has tips or pointers on cutting out a large fabric square so that it's even and not lopsided or weird, I'd sure appreciate the info. Right now, I'm pondering how feasible folding into fourths or halves would be, but it's pretty flimsy cotton...
The WEIRDEST part of my day, though -- G left a card on my desk this morning. A thank-you card. (I at first wondered if she'd thought it was my birthday or something, because I couldn't figure out why there would be any reason for the card, yanno?) In that card was not only the Hallmark sentiment 'hope you know you are appreciated' but a full paragraph expressing her thanks for my help and how she didn't know what she'd do without me, etc. AND $25 in cash with a little post-it that said 'this is just to express my appreciation, nothing more'. While the cash gift makes me uncomfortable (I'm doing my job, yo - I don't expect extra compensation for it), it is within the bounds of the "as long as it is clear it is a gift" rule in the handbook about presents and whatnot. I'm going to double-check with my supervisor tomorrow. But WOW. I mean, seriously, after two years of this woman driving me absolutely, positively BATTY sometimes (and last year's review is still a sore point with me, and probably always will be), she's gone a complete 180 and is now vocally appreciative. Repeatedly. Not just once or twice.
... So I suppose that means I have to focus all my bitching energy on other people, like Nice (stalker) Guy, instead.
Seriously. I was FLOORED by this - the note, more than the cash. Part of me is like, "She noticed! :D :D" and the other half is like, "About freakin' TIME, lady! I've been doing this stuff for a year and a half, now!"
So.
Maybe this year I'll get a 4 or 5 on my annual? Maybe? Pretty please? I've been a good lil' worker bee and trying SO HARD OMG to get a score better than 'average - meets job expectations'. Because really? I bust my butt at the office, and sometimes, I'd like for that to go recognized somewhere in a permanent file, yanno? (Especially since the next four weeks are probably going to be HELL. Yay renewal season!)
The WEIRDEST part of my day, though -- G left a card on my desk this morning. A thank-you card. (I at first wondered if she'd thought it was my birthday or something, because I couldn't figure out why there would be any reason for the card, yanno?) In that card was not only the Hallmark sentiment 'hope you know you are appreciated' but a full paragraph expressing her thanks for my help and how she didn't know what she'd do without me, etc. AND $25 in cash with a little post-it that said 'this is just to express my appreciation, nothing more'. While the cash gift makes me uncomfortable (I'm doing my job, yo - I don't expect extra compensation for it), it is within the bounds of the "as long as it is clear it is a gift" rule in the handbook about presents and whatnot. I'm going to double-check with my supervisor tomorrow. But WOW. I mean, seriously, after two years of this woman driving me absolutely, positively BATTY sometimes (and last year's review is still a sore point with me, and probably always will be), she's gone a complete 180 and is now vocally appreciative. Repeatedly. Not just once or twice.
... So I suppose that means I have to focus all my bitching energy on other people, like Nice (stalker) Guy, instead.
Seriously. I was FLOORED by this - the note, more than the cash. Part of me is like, "She noticed! :D :D" and the other half is like, "About freakin' TIME, lady! I've been doing this stuff for a year and a half, now!"
So.
Maybe this year I'll get a 4 or 5 on my annual? Maybe? Pretty please? I've been a good lil' worker bee and trying SO HARD OMG to get a score better than 'average - meets job expectations'. Because really? I bust my butt at the office, and sometimes, I'd like for that to go recognized somewhere in a permanent file, yanno? (Especially since the next four weeks are probably going to be HELL. Yay renewal season!)
