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przedSo, 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: 2010-07-17 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*