Tuesday, October 15, 2019

About my performance review

I know I'm tired, because I typed the title of this post, and then hit publish. It doesn't need words to be understood. It'll work great.

We're doing a cookout, which I'll talk about later, and I have been awake for... 17 hours now. Slightly fuzzy at this point.

Any-hoo.

I've been due for a performance review (my very first, ever) for about a month now. The deadline is approaching, and my boss mentioned it to me again today. We're both still here for a few more hours, and I asked if he wanted to go ahead and do it now, since I will be out the rest of the week. (Vacation, hallelujah!)

He said we'd just wait until I got back, and he wasn't going to start inputting them into the system we're supposed to use until Friday. He said it was mostly positive anyway, so he wasn't worried about it.

Can you tell what word my brain stalled on? If you guessed 'mostly,' you'd be right. I was trying to puzzle that one out, and figure out where I'd gone wrong, and he continued that he couldn't think of anything negative to put.

Whew. Not that it would be bad to have something to improve on, but I wasn't sure what area that improvement would come from, since I haven't had any feedback suggesting otherwise.

There's a worry solved, at least.

And I think that's all for me today, because when I'm this tired, my brain starts to spiral off in truly strange directions. For example, I'm proof reading this before I hit publish for the version with the words in, and all of a sudden, my brain decides to inform me that heffalump is a weird word.

Ok then. 

Monday, October 14, 2019

A question for the audience

Is 10:40 on a Monday morning too early to turn to drink? Asking for myself.

Friday, October 11, 2019

It's a small town

The lady from the local newspaper just called me (not the paper I worked for) and asked for Marvin's hire date. I was really confused, because I wasn't sure what that had to do with anything.

She then said it was for [Retirement Company] which was even weirder.

Then I remembered that her husband, also named Marvin, works here.

She's also apparently my neighbor.

It's a very, very small town.