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geminigirlBody is in the office, brain's not here though.
Had a group this AM-finally finished tormented JDC group. Next week I start again, different unit, same story.
Potentially disasterous meeting, not so. S. had a meeting with I., who is a substance abuse counselor we work with, under the grant. I. I (geminigirl) was called into their meeting about halfway through to go over what I do in the third session of my program, which is kind of a bridging session between the sex part and the drug part. Fortunatly I. felt that what I was doing was okay...I think S. isn't sure, but then, when is she sure of things, and when she is, how often is she right?
More paperwork disasters...earlier in the week it was timesheets or something, or risk assessments. Maybe last week-timeline unimportant. But, IB and S. are supposed to have done IB's three month probationary performance evaluation...weeks ago. It's still not done. A. was clearly frustrated by this. Then again, A. is frustrated by the fact that many people can't fill out time sheets or expense reports. (Admittedly, I've screwed up my expense report but that was because I messed up the math, not because it was filled out incorrectly. There is a difference. Mostly because the math error was a one time thing, and my expense reports aren't regularly returned for correction.) In fact, he even made the comment "Buffoons" in the hall today...and I turned around and asked "What did I do?"
Yep.
I also called my co-worker Krispy today, which is in fact similar to her name, but for sure, not her name. Yep. Brain not here.
Lots of attention today on one of the local mailing lists about this-the shooting of two transpeople. I had gotten an e-mail at work about it yesterday, forwarded from the coordinator of our glbtq program here-the head of the Gay and Lesbian Liason Unit of the police department had sent an e-mail out. I know that it was in an incredibly bad neighborhood. I wonder if it was a personal thing, if it had anything to do with the trans-issue (not that that would change my feelings on it one way or another...I just wonder.) I haven't heard anything new about it, or if there's anything going on related to it. Not that I've had the energy to look either.
QOTD: Me, to my boss "Give me back my balls."
Feh. Home in ten minutes, I'm leaving on time to see if I can get into a better mood and do something about these cramps.
Had a group this AM-finally finished tormented JDC group. Next week I start again, different unit, same story.
Potentially disasterous meeting, not so. S. had a meeting with I., who is a substance abuse counselor we work with, under the grant. I. I (geminigirl) was called into their meeting about halfway through to go over what I do in the third session of my program, which is kind of a bridging session between the sex part and the drug part. Fortunatly I. felt that what I was doing was okay...I think S. isn't sure, but then, when is she sure of things, and when she is, how often is she right?
More paperwork disasters...earlier in the week it was timesheets or something, or risk assessments. Maybe last week-timeline unimportant. But, IB and S. are supposed to have done IB's three month probationary performance evaluation...weeks ago. It's still not done. A. was clearly frustrated by this. Then again, A. is frustrated by the fact that many people can't fill out time sheets or expense reports. (Admittedly, I've screwed up my expense report but that was because I messed up the math, not because it was filled out incorrectly. There is a difference. Mostly because the math error was a one time thing, and my expense reports aren't regularly returned for correction.) In fact, he even made the comment "Buffoons" in the hall today...and I turned around and asked "What did I do?"
Yep.
I also called my co-worker Krispy today, which is in fact similar to her name, but for sure, not her name. Yep. Brain not here.
Lots of attention today on one of the local mailing lists about this-the shooting of two transpeople. I had gotten an e-mail at work about it yesterday, forwarded from the coordinator of our glbtq program here-the head of the Gay and Lesbian Liason Unit of the police department had sent an e-mail out. I know that it was in an incredibly bad neighborhood. I wonder if it was a personal thing, if it had anything to do with the trans-issue (not that that would change my feelings on it one way or another...I just wonder.) I haven't heard anything new about it, or if there's anything going on related to it. Not that I've had the energy to look either.
QOTD: Me, to my boss "Give me back my balls."
Feh. Home in ten minutes, I'm leaving on time to see if I can get into a better mood and do something about these cramps.
