What a weird day
First, it's a very happy day, because the Paperboy and his lovely wife are proud parents of a baby girl, so huge congrats to them! And to all of the gazillion other people I know who are new and expectant parents. Someone at work the other day described pregnancy as "an epidemic" in our office, which seems a little negative, but perhaps not all that off: of the 15 people occupying the offices in my little wing of the building, no fewer than five are expecting babies. That's a lot.
Anyway, I don't know if it's the Friday the 13th thing, or the nearly-full moon (isn't that over, though?), or that I'm working from home, but there's just been weird stuff happening today:
-- I am now Facebook friends with someone I knew in elementary school, and vaguely in high school, who is a year older than me. And she now has six kids. SIX! How the heck does someone who's basically my age have six kids?! This person also is a member of a Facebook group called something like, "Pray for the conversion of Barack Obama." I'm not sure to what, but I sense that this acquaintance and I don't have much in common.
-- I have trouble self-identifying as a "Communications Professional," but that's basically what my job is. I'm part of one group at work in which I'm the only communications person on the team, and just got an agenda for a meeting next week on which one of the items is "internal and external communications." I thought, "Okay, I can talk about that," and went about my business, but then one of the non-communications people on the team -- I guess in CYA mode, because he'd not asked me about this before the agenda went out -- sent me a note, helpfully explaining that internal communications should be about our own staff know about and understand what's happening, and external communications is about how we talk about it with other audiences. No way! Thank goodness he cleared that up, but now I'm worried that he's after my job. I've drafted about 12 different versions of a smart-ass reply, but have decided that silence will be golden in this case.
-- A very senior person at work sent around this picture:
for...Valentine's Day? I think? It was sent as a slide with some notes that were filled with health-care type puns, but the whole thing was just completely bizarre, and I am still processing what to think about it, and hoping that I wasn't somehow complicit in it.
-- Finally (I hope! I realize the day isn't over yet), my parents are in Australia and New Zealand for three weeks, seemingly having the time of their lives. My mom has been emailing us every couple of days with brief updates about what they're seeing and doing, always with a cute Aussie/Kiwi colloquialism (like "no worries!") as the subject line. But just now, I got an email from my dad, a forward warning me not to boil water in the microwave. Not a hello, nohing about the trip, not even a "g'day!" Just the forward. I guess I get my Communications Professional gene from my mom.
Anyway, I don't know if it's the Friday the 13th thing, or the nearly-full moon (isn't that over, though?), or that I'm working from home, but there's just been weird stuff happening today:
-- I am now Facebook friends with someone I knew in elementary school, and vaguely in high school, who is a year older than me. And she now has six kids. SIX! How the heck does someone who's basically my age have six kids?! This person also is a member of a Facebook group called something like, "Pray for the conversion of Barack Obama." I'm not sure to what, but I sense that this acquaintance and I don't have much in common.
-- I have trouble self-identifying as a "Communications Professional," but that's basically what my job is. I'm part of one group at work in which I'm the only communications person on the team, and just got an agenda for a meeting next week on which one of the items is "internal and external communications." I thought, "Okay, I can talk about that," and went about my business, but then one of the non-communications people on the team -- I guess in CYA mode, because he'd not asked me about this before the agenda went out -- sent me a note, helpfully explaining that internal communications should be about our own staff know about and understand what's happening, and external communications is about how we talk about it with other audiences. No way! Thank goodness he cleared that up, but now I'm worried that he's after my job. I've drafted about 12 different versions of a smart-ass reply, but have decided that silence will be golden in this case.
-- A very senior person at work sent around this picture:
for...Valentine's Day? I think? It was sent as a slide with some notes that were filled with health-care type puns, but the whole thing was just completely bizarre, and I am still processing what to think about it, and hoping that I wasn't somehow complicit in it.
-- Finally (I hope! I realize the day isn't over yet), my parents are in Australia and New Zealand for three weeks, seemingly having the time of their lives. My mom has been emailing us every couple of days with brief updates about what they're seeing and doing, always with a cute Aussie/Kiwi colloquialism (like "no worries!") as the subject line. But just now, I got an email from my dad, a forward warning me not to boil water in the microwave. Not a hello, nohing about the trip, not even a "g'day!" Just the forward. I guess I get my Communications Professional gene from my mom.
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