I started my new job today. (I’d actually planned to start Monday, but the people I needed to get with weren’t available. Then the crud hit for 3 days. So today was the real day of doing something “meaningful.” You’ll see why the quotes in a moment.)
I wonder when I’m going to get any work done. Here’s a list of meetings I attended today.
- 9:00: Division standup. Go over what was discussed in the 8:00 meeting with the General.
- 12:30: “Daily activity report” (DAR, because government loves acronyms) due to the guy who compiles it for the division, which will be discussed at the 3:00 meeting.
- 2:00: Prepare for the 3:00 meeting.
- 3:00: Go over what’s been done for the day. Today’s meeting lasted for 2 hours, and I was told this was a good day.
These are the meetings we have every day. I also had one at 10:00 and was supposed to have another at 1:00 to go over what was discussed at the 10:00 meeting. But the guy the meeting was for never showed. I get the impression he’s not the best time manager.
The good news is I now have a desk. And it’s one of the nicer ones. Not the one that gives you 25 square feet of desk space, two 12″ deep drawers and one 12″ deep file cabinet, a useless pull-out bookcase and a view of the other 60 or so people in the room. And no place to hang your winter coat. (I think it was built as a call center. It really really sucks!)
Oh, and on my way home, I was rear ended. Fuck. (Actually thanks to the new bumpers, there was almost no discernible damage to either my or the other guy’s car—which was also a Subaru, but a little one.) My neck is a little stiff, but honestly, that’s not all that unusual. Still, I stopped at the drug store on the way home and picked up some heat pads for my neck and some wine to relax. I took some Motrin and opened the wine, and plan for a wonderful Friday night of vegging out in front of the tv.
Only 94 weeks to retirement.