My Life Is Moving In A Positive Direction

Current mood:  accomplished

This past week the division that I’m a part of had a large conference that occurs every two years. The conference involves the president of the division and some of his key direct reports presenting information to the hierarchy of division heads above our division, including the CEO of the overall parent company. The person who generally works these conferences left on maternity leave exactly two weeks prior to the conference. I had been working with her for six weeks prior to her leaving so I was somewhat aware of the magnitude of work coming my way. The whole time I’ve been there, people have expressed concern about my ability to handle stress or pressure. At times it felt more like an indictment (we don’t think you CAN handle pressure) as opposed to a hypothetical question.

The week of the conference arrived and so did the presenters and attendees from the various parts of the country and world. There were people in from Texas, the Middle East, the Netherlands and the UK. Despite having not known them in advance, we were able to quickly build a working rapport that allowed them to feel comfortable with my ability to get them through the presentation dry-runs and the presentation itself. That is until I ran into a piece of career sabotage.

The conference room had a huge screen that could project two slides at once. For each screen, there was one copy of the presentation – a left copy and a right copy. For information projected on the left, we had to hide the evenly numbered slides and vice-versa for the right. There was another assistant who also was there and she copied and pasted the first three introductory pages of one person’s presentation deep into the body of the presentation. I caught what she had done before the group had gotten to that file and the A/V guy made the change to the presentation – or so I thought. I was called into the room where the presentations were being rehearsed so that I could make on the spot changes as they were rehearsing. That same error appeared on the screen despite the earlier correction. At that point, I didn’t know if she went back in to screw up the presentation or if the A/V guy didn’t save the changes he made. The information was on an accessible server so I made the decision to take my original copies and make a new folder in an obscure location and work from that. It worked like a charm. No other problems after that.

The day of the conference, I was up early (despite being up very late working on getting the books together) and in the conference room correcting one of the books. I also had the A/V equipment running in the event anyone wanted to practice or review one more time. I had the president’s presentation up and ready to go, then went to eat breakfast. When I came back, he was already in the midst of his presentation rehearsal. We were able to make one spot change, then everyone else worked through their presentations one last time as well. As the start time was getting closer, I left the room and went to play catch-up on the work I had ignored throughout the week.

Once the conference was over, everyone was smiles and happiness. I mainly thought of it as being relief that it was over. However, there was one aspect of the smiles of which I wasn’t immediately aware. I made my career with that day. I had been hired on a temp-to-perm basis which generally lasts ninety days. However, because of my ability to handle all of the crazy stress and loads of work, the president decided to offer me a permanent position before my ninety days were up. I’ve had this happen before and that was when I started working for my former boss that I worked with for six years almost.

Needless to say, this development has been a reaffirming moment for me at a time when life has definitely been not-so-affirming. When I found out, I gave myself a mental high-five.

More Gun Stories (I Thought I Was Finished)

Current mood: perplexed

In a strange twist of weird fate, I posted a rant yesterday about gunshots I heard in the neighborhood. Late yesterday afternoon, a coworker was telling me about the worst shooting incident in US history at Virginia Tech. I later read about it online.

What is going on? The last photo I’ve posted is very telling of our gun obsession if anything…

BLAM BLAM BLAM!! BANG BANG BANG!!

Current mood:  angry

Was the sound of the gunshots I heard last night. At first there was only one, followed by a pregnant pause. Then either the shooter found his target again and continued shooting or the target retaliated with his own gun. Who knows? Ultimately I’m angry because I must be afraid of random shots possibly killing me in my own home. To make matters worse, there is a police substation at the end of the block. So much for feeling safe and secure…

Where is the farm in Italy or France when I need it?

A song for all of the WONDERFUL men

Current mood: diva-esque as I walk around singing

I’ve changed the song on my profile from Gato Barbieri to a song by Terisa Griffin. I heard this song while I was in the car one day and it grabbed my attention and wouldn’t let go. I’ve been listening to the song all evening in the hopes of perfecting the song so that one day when I have a man who is truly wonderful, I too can sing my heart out and let him know just how wonderful I think he is. I almost went in the closet to put on one of my formal dresses and heels so that I can truly be in diva character.

So many R&B songs these days are songs that are filled with lyrics that make me question if R&B is capable of expressing love anymore. This one expresses appreciation for a wonderful man in a truly loving way. Some day I will too. In the meantime, if you’re a wonderful man know that there is a song out there made just for you. This is it.

Currently listening:
My Naked Soul
By Terisa Griffin

Memories Of Another Full Moon

Current mood:  contemplative

Last night, I went out around 8pm to run an errand. While out, I looked up and noticed there was a beautiful full moon in the sky. The moon was shining so brightly, I almost mistook it for a street lamp because it was positioned next to an actual street lamp from my vantage point. Seeing last night’s full moon made me remember one night in Paris two years ago. I was walking around not far from the hotel (it was February and too cold to venture far) in search of a restaurant where I could try escargot for the first time. I happened to have looked up and noticed a bright full moon illuminating the Paris night. From my window seat at the small restaurant, I could also see snowflakes swirling past one of the streetlights. That inspired me to write a poem on a napkin about the full moon over Paris. The poem was about my impressions at that moment. After I returned from the trip, I was never able to find the napkin. Seeing the full moon last night made me remember a lot of things: the sensation of walking around alone in Paris at night searching for a small restaurant that DIDN’T seem romantic; being guided by the waiter (in mutual Frenglish) about the proper technique for eating escargot; the full moon giving an incandescent glow to the skyline and treetops. Saint Louis definitely isn’t Paris but for a moment it made me remember Paris.