Sunday was a day for "random cake-age". Must tell you that Shelley is quite the baker. Most impressed by the huge slice she brought with her to give to me yesterday. Did I mention I love fondant? Ah, sweet marshmallowy goodness.
Thank you Shelley for a great lunch. I've missed you.
It's funny that you sometimes get a day at work where for hours absolutely nothing is going on. So Wunder Assistant and I cut out paper snowflakes and taped them to the window in the old accounting office. I like when work turns into grade 1 art class! :)
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Da da da da!
The cape fits Karla, and in her fourth day is already making good use of it. Able to answer multi-phone lines in a single swoop. It's a bird, it's a plane, it's SUPER KARLA!
Ok, so you may have guessed that I have a great new assistant in Karla. She's as wild and crazy as I am so you can imagine the noise!
By the fourth day, she's already realized the following:
1. Sales never really does a thorough job entering crap no matter how many times you show them otherwise.
2. I do everyone else's job, including my own.
3. People ask me questions that I'm sure (well partially anyway) they know are outside my area of expertise, but because they are used to me telling them who they can talk to, they come to me first.
4. I am a glorified babysitter, without the sippy cups and wet naps.
5. That I'm weird and strange with my desk chotchkies (plants, crystals, Star Trek Barbies, stuffies, and other wacky things).
6. That I'm obsessed with my doggie.
A special hello to Lauren, whom I miss terribly. I retired your cape and hung it from the rafters like they do at hockey arenas. Hope all is well in beautiful BC.
Ok, so you may have guessed that I have a great new assistant in Karla. She's as wild and crazy as I am so you can imagine the noise!
By the fourth day, she's already realized the following:
1. Sales never really does a thorough job entering crap no matter how many times you show them otherwise.
2. I do everyone else's job, including my own.
3. People ask me questions that I'm sure (well partially anyway) they know are outside my area of expertise, but because they are used to me telling them who they can talk to, they come to me first.
4. I am a glorified babysitter, without the sippy cups and wet naps.
5. That I'm weird and strange with my desk chotchkies (plants, crystals, Star Trek Barbies, stuffies, and other wacky things).
6. That I'm obsessed with my doggie.
A special hello to Lauren, whom I miss terribly. I retired your cape and hung it from the rafters like they do at hockey arenas. Hope all is well in beautiful BC.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Able to leap tall orders in a single bound
Day two of interviews for the "WunderAssistant". I've been told firmly not to call the newbie my "Minion", so this is the last time you'll see or hear me use that term.
Reading resumes has been a highly entertaining experience. I even got a resume from a gentleman who had a truck load of experience. Had a BSc in Chemistry, a Masters in Biology and Zoology, and one dissertation away from a Doctorate. He worked for the SK Government and wrote published papers about the parole system. He also was apparently a professor. This guy took his Doctorate in 1960. YES, 1960. So, if it's say a 6 year program, he would have had to have been say 19 years old in 1954. Doing the backwards math, this would make him born in about 1935ish, which would make him around 74 year old! What, pray tell is a 74 year old man who has this kind of higher education applying for what I would call for him (not really for the next incumbent) a scutt work job? Is he bored at home? Is he lonely? Is his retired wife completely sick of seeing him sit on the couch at home watching soaps all day? I'm tempted to call this guy and take him to lunch just to find out why he applied. Talking to Shaffie, she told me that people of his culture just simply don't retire. Still, want to take him to lunch, that hour would be fascinating.
Some are good, some are too good, some not good enough. The last interviewee was certainly qualified, and seemed eager and nice enough, but there was something...something about her I found grating. If I have to spend 9 hours in a room with someone they have to not be like shredded cheese.
Cape is ready, who wants to wear it?
Reading resumes has been a highly entertaining experience. I even got a resume from a gentleman who had a truck load of experience. Had a BSc in Chemistry, a Masters in Biology and Zoology, and one dissertation away from a Doctorate. He worked for the SK Government and wrote published papers about the parole system. He also was apparently a professor. This guy took his Doctorate in 1960. YES, 1960. So, if it's say a 6 year program, he would have had to have been say 19 years old in 1954. Doing the backwards math, this would make him born in about 1935ish, which would make him around 74 year old! What, pray tell is a 74 year old man who has this kind of higher education applying for what I would call for him (not really for the next incumbent) a scutt work job? Is he bored at home? Is he lonely? Is his retired wife completely sick of seeing him sit on the couch at home watching soaps all day? I'm tempted to call this guy and take him to lunch just to find out why he applied. Talking to Shaffie, she told me that people of his culture just simply don't retire. Still, want to take him to lunch, that hour would be fascinating.
Some are good, some are too good, some not good enough. The last interviewee was certainly qualified, and seemed eager and nice enough, but there was something...something about her I found grating. If I have to spend 9 hours in a room with someone they have to not be like shredded cheese.
Cape is ready, who wants to wear it?
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