The Converse of Being Cassandra

Late Wednesday afternoon, I had the follow-up meeting for the Tuesday meeting that prompted my post that day.  I was dreading it, frankly, because it was coming at the end of a day full of meetings that would have the miniature of Munch’s The Scream that resides in my brain, well, screaming all day.

To my relief (and surprise), the meeting went well.  I laid out my case. I advocated. I espoused. I had support from other coworkers. I also may have been a tad too fearless in a few things I said.

But as we left the meeting, it appeared that my point of view had won the day.  I forgot how it feels when you are listened to, when  you win a debate: you feel like a fucking rock star.  I walked out of the building exhilarated, pleased and relieved. I know that winning a debate does not guarantee the changes I want, but it was wonderful to feel like logic and reason had won the day.

The sad part is that within 20 minutes of the end of the meeting, I was worrying that maybe I had been too strong. Maybe I shouldn’t have said one or two things. Sometimes the problem with being a truth teller is that you don’t know when to shut up. A nice girl wouldn’t act that way. A good employee would be more diplomatic.

I also fear that it wasn’t fact and reason but emotion that won the day. Does that matter? A victory is a victory, right? Well, I prefer to have people come around to my way of thinking because it’s the right thing to do, not because they want to appease me. I want my coworkers to understand that I take the stands I do for the good of the organization, not because it’s what KeAnne wants to do.

I received some great advice to my last post. I’m going to try harder to pick my battles. But what do you do when everything is a battle?

Week in My Life 2012: Friday


Friday was a frenetic day.  I knew it was going to be hectic because I had a few meetings and I was going to leave early because Daniel had a Halloween party and costume parade at daycare, but it ended up being even more hectic than I anticipated.

I dropped off Daniel at daycare with kisses and a reminder that we would see him at his party and then I dialed into my conference call, my first meeting of the day, as I headed into Raleigh.

I had one mug of coffee that I drank during my commute, but I needed more, so in between meetings 1 and 2, I headed to Cup A Joe for another shot of caffeine. It’s always fun to go there, especially because you often run into the reporters from one of the local stations whose office is up the street.

Local campus favorite

Freshly caffeinated, I headed to my second meeting at another building on campus.  It also happens to be the building Suzanne from Pretty Swell works in although she wasn’t there today.

There were some really pretty leaves on the ground as I walked into the building.

Fall is here!

After that meeting ended, I headed to my office for my weekly staff meeting, my third meeting of the day.  Normally that meeting is on Thursdays, but I had rescheduled it since I had to take my car to the dealership on Thursday.  At 10:45 Friday morning, I was questioning the wisdom of rescheduling it since I had precious few hours to actually accomplish anything that day.

My office building. My office s behind the tree in the middle. Eventually those trees will become a gorgeous shade of red.

After my staff meeting, I was pulled into an unexpected fourth meeting with my organization’s executive director AKA my boss’ boss.  After that meeting, I scarfed down lunch and caught up on emails before heading out for the main activity of the day: the daycare party and costume parade!

OMG the cuteness.  First of all, 18 3-year-olds and cookies, cupcakes, fruit and veggies (ignored–what a shock!) could be perilous, but they all did well.

Daddy and Daniel looking at his party plate. Looks yummy to me!

Daniel hadn’t napped, so the extra sugar was like heaping fuel onto the fire, especially since he was so excited to see us.  We put him into his costume, and he looked adorable.

Oreo cookie!

I had been worried that the costume would be too small, but it fit well and actually would fit a bigger child too.  We’ll use a white shirt on Halloween.  Daniel thought it was great fun that he could bump into walls and be well-insulated thanks to his costume.

Finally as the sugar took hold in everyone, it was time for the parade.  The parents gathered outside while each class paraded around.  It was very, very adorable.

Our cookie!

After the parade ended, we took our sugared-up, hyper little boy home.  It was a good day.

Week in My Life 2012: Monday

I am so excited that Melissa from Adventuroo is doing the Week in My Life series again!  I hope to participate every day, and it will be fun (or sobering) to see how life has changed for us since last year.

Mondays are rough in my house, especially since I usually have to wash my hair because I didn’t get it together to wash it on Sunday.  That also means I have to dry my hair.  Combine the shower plus hair drying plus getting ready with having waited until the last possible minute to get out of bed, and I was running late before I started.  Long story short: by the time I remembered it might be fun to document my morning, it was too late.   But here I am, dressed and ready for work!

New shirt!

I have mentioned in recent posts and tweets (ahem) that I’ve been spending a lot of time in meetings at work recently.  Yesterday was no exception as my week started out with a day-long meeting for one of the teams I am on.  From 9:30 – 4:30. With only two breaks.  Laptop and cell phone usage forbidden until break time.  It wasn’t quite as hellacious as it sounds because we have a lively team and a full agenda.  Also, they may be able to stop me from using my iPhone, but they can’t stop me from doodling:

More doodles

After work, I picked up Daniel from day care, where I discovered he had taken a 15 minute nap.  How delightful.  Once we arrived home, I hurried him into the house because it smelled and looked like one of our neighbors was burning every leaf they could get their hands on.  Daniel played trains on his train table, aka the kitchen table (despite the official train table taking up space in our living room) while I cooked dinner.

He loves the crane

I’ll humor you, mommy

Once the wee one was tucked into bed for the 4th time, Jimmy and I settled in to eat sub-par Chinese and watch the debate, occasionally hurling obscenities at the TV.

I’ve got your bayonet right here, Mittens

My cat wasn’t very impressed either.

Ho-hum. I’d rather lick myself

That was our Monday.  Comparing it to last year’s write-up, I notice a few things right away:

  • I still haven’t got it together on Mondays because I whined last year about having to shower too
  • Daniel is so much bigger: no more binky and no more crib. Daniel now has the run of the house while we get ready.
  • Daniel is in daycare this year, and our routine and commute are a lot different. Instead of pajamas, he gets dressed (with a good deal of sturm and drang) to go to daycare.  At night, he refuses to wear footie pajamas anymore, which breaks our heart because oh, the cuteness! As for the commute, we travel back roads now and I find myself listening less to talk radio and more to the songs on my iPhone.  That Ire playlist has been getting a work out.
  • While Juliet remains a favorite of Daniel’s, he really likes taking his stuffed Thomas and Percy with him now instead of Alpha Pig.