My morning work meeting was my annual appraisal, which actually only covered nine months, since I've only been employed by NC State for that long. I got the highest possible rating on three of the five key responsibilities, and the highest rating on seven of the eight competencies on the appraisal form. I was particularly affirmed by my supervisor's entry into the "Overall Comments and Results" section:
Outstanding work in your first nine months on the OIT (Office of Information Technology), OCC (Outreach, Communications, Consulting) and Information and News Services team! I am not alone in noticing and appreciating your professional skills both in writing and organizing, your high-level of productivity and your (apparently) irrepressible positive attitude.
You bring a very high level of sophistication as a technical communicator to the work you do in Info and News Services and OIT. I also very much appreciate how you challenge us to keep developing our knowledge, skills and sense of possibilities. This is an exemplary contribution and, in the context of the current budget crises and distress, especially welcome.
At lunch time, I met my new lawyer to update my will, Living Will, a Durable Post-Incompetency Power of Attorney, and a Health Care Power of Attorney. The lawyer's name was Brenda F. Martin, so sharing a last name, we hit it off immediately. Turns out we had several other things in common including:
- Both had lived in Greenville, NC.
- Both had attended ECU, in overlapping years—I was there 75-80 and she was there 76-81.
- Both had taken a year off to co-op, which is why it took each of us five years to get through college.
- Though we had different majors—mine Math & Computer Science, hers Business Management—we'd both taken computer courses at ECU in which we used punched cards and learned the COBOL and PL/1 programming languages.
We met in her office, because their conference room was unavailable (because I was 30 minutes early to my appointment), and she warned me before we got to it, "My office is a mess. I have piles of paper everywhere."
Oh. My. God. I thought I had piles of paper. At least mine are in the privacy of my own home. It was absolutely incredible, and I was totally relieved when she said upon my leaving, "I'm going to go ahead and input your information this afternoon and draft up the papers to put in the mail to you. I'm leaving for Savannah tomorrow, by train no less, and I want this to be done before I go."
I said, "Oh great. Thanks," thinking, "Thank god you aren't going to just add it to one of these piles."
On the city bus (the #4 Rex Hospital) ride from St. Mary's Street and Hillsborough back up to my office at Gardner and Hillsborough, I sat in a seat affording a good view of this young girl, maybe early 20s, jet black hair, and short—both her hair and her body. I did one of those once-over type looks starting at her feet and moving up:
- Pink tennis shoes, with white soles and white shoelaces.
- Socks with multi-colored rings around them: pink, lime green, powder blue, pale purple, and yellow. Repeat.
- A lime green skirt.
- A pale blue blouse.
- A pale purple, enamel-looking barrette in her hair.
They matched the skirt and the blouse to the tee. I nicknamed her The Tuiti-Fruiti Lollipop Swirl Girl.
My afternoon meetings consisted of attending the department meeting of one of the departments on my "reporting beat," followed by meeting with a colleague to help her move some of her organization's content into our Drupal-managed Office of Information Technology website.
At home, I ran out to Target where I bought a couple of greeting cards and some bottled water for a work picnic potluck that we're having tomorrow at Pullen Park.
On the way home, I stopped at Taco Bell, where I picked up a Chicken Ranch Taco Salad (no beans!) to go.
Dancing was a lot of fun tonight. There was a good-sized crowd out for a Wednesday night, and Carl taught the Boot Scootin' Boogie for the lesson.
On the way home, I stopped by my office, where I unloaded the extremely heavy two 24-packs of bottled water, bringing them upstairs to the refrigerator on our floor, as there's no way I'd've been able to take them in on the bus in the morning.