So, I've mentioned the new gig is going well. Very well, as a matter of fact. I finished my first big training initiative about two weeks ago, had multiple people compliment me on how well it had gone, had my director stop me in the street to say how much she appreciated my efforts, and then had my manager send me a big long email last Friday saying how people keep stopping her in the halls to say how much they like my work, and that I've totally won over the directors group, who were all skeptical about relaunching the training role.
Awesome.
It's still awesome, but this morning I had a wee freak out moment. I got a phone call from HR Guy 2 (of my hiring experience) telling me that HR Guy 1 needed to meet with me in the HR room in twenty minutes.
Now some of you will recall that the last time I was called into a room by HR people it ended with me being laid off. So in spite of how much positive feedback I've received, I'm suddenly in a panic, thinking I've done something to piss someone off, the jig is up, and they're going to fire me.
That wasn't it, of course. They needed me to do last minute training on a last minute hire on a system I didn't know. So I had under three hours to put together materials and a session. Which I did just fine, of course.
But man, it was interesting how quickly my brain and body went into the worst case scenario panic.
In other news, here's my Big Bang status:

One scene down, eleven to go. This may just be do-able. Assuming I don't keel over in exhaustion, of course. (I was Solo Mom tonight whilst the Sweetie went to see Toy Story 3, and while we had a lovely evening at the local farmer's market, Ros kept me hopping and I'm now feeling squashed flat.)
Awesome.
It's still awesome, but this morning I had a wee freak out moment. I got a phone call from HR Guy 2 (of my hiring experience) telling me that HR Guy 1 needed to meet with me in the HR room in twenty minutes.
Now some of you will recall that the last time I was called into a room by HR people it ended with me being laid off. So in spite of how much positive feedback I've received, I'm suddenly in a panic, thinking I've done something to piss someone off, the jig is up, and they're going to fire me.
That wasn't it, of course. They needed me to do last minute training on a last minute hire on a system I didn't know. So I had under three hours to put together materials and a session. Which I did just fine, of course.
But man, it was interesting how quickly my brain and body went into the worst case scenario panic.
In other news, here's my Big Bang status:
One scene down, eleven to go. This may just be do-able. Assuming I don't keel over in exhaustion, of course. (I was Solo Mom tonight whilst the Sweetie went to see Toy Story 3, and while we had a lovely evening at the local farmer's market, Ros kept me hopping and I'm now feeling squashed flat.)
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Date: 2010-07-16 04:56 am (UTC)It's good to see them appreciating your fabulosity. ♥
Sleep is for the weak
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:06 am (UTC)As for sleep, I'd be willing to admit to weakness, if I could just have a bit more. (While I haven't had full blown insomnia this week, the heat has been annoying enough that I've been waking up constantly. Not restful at all.)
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Date: 2010-07-16 06:46 am (UTC)And I'm so pleased you're being appreciated in your new job. Thoroughly deserved, my dear. Sign of time and place, I suppose, but in my last school, if the owner ever called me, my first thought was shit, which highly illegal scam document for the authorities does he want me to translate now?
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:08 am (UTC)As for your former job, it sounds like you're definitely well shut of that place. Did you ever get your severance back?
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Date: 2010-07-16 06:56 am (UTC)When my son was in High School the principal called me into his office. I was told it was NOT about my son. Okay. . . .all the horrors of being called into the principal's office in my own high school days came rushing back and I was so nervous trying to figure what I had done. . . .lol he wanted me to head the PTA. . . lol. . .(being in trouble would have been better. . . .of course I did it. . . lol)
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:09 am (UTC)Look at you, being all responsible and heading the PTA. (I intend to keep my head down when it's time for that sort of thing. )
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Date: 2010-07-16 11:59 pm (UTC)Even if you did get a bit of a scare today.
Yay too for your story. Look at you go! This is great. You can totally do it and I can't WAIT to read this.
Despite my whole zombie phobia.
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:14 am (UTC)As for the zombie story, did I ever tell you why I start writing this thing? I had a zombie nightmare that was so freaky, I couldn't get back to sleep. So whilst I was lying awake, terrified, staring at the ceiling, my mind started writing the first scene of a Pros zombie story. I holed up in the bathroom so I wouldn't disturb Don and had the first scene done in half an hour.
So needless to say, I can totally understand the zombie phobia. *g*