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Office Girl, Day 1

Showed up bright & perky at 10:30, wanting to know if Pink Shirt Guy had intended for me to start training this week, or next. He was not expecting me, but said, "Well... tomorrow..." and then had a second thought and said, "What the heck, let's start right now." So we did.

The training involved a lot of spreadsheets, some of which were familiar, and some of which were not. We were interrupted partway through for a meeting of his to go over his numbers. I remained in the office and did some figuring by hand and played a little more. Of course, my concept of "play" involved making my former team's one spreadsheet more powerful, with plans to make it do even more stuff easily.

Then there was a meeting, with cookies. Consequently, it was a very quiet meeting -- everyone had their mouths full! There's a new random manager around. However, the former top manager, she above Management, she with the shiny corner office with the curved window? Her position was eliminated, effective November 8th. The official word is that it was a sound business decision and there is angst all around. Unofficial word is that the sound business decision was driven by her vision and the company's vision not meshing in addition to the other stuff. Someone probably could have found work needing doing with her name on it otherwise.

There were more spreadsheets the rest of the afternoon, with some copying. I was out of there by four, since there wasn't enough time to work on the one report that he hadn't had the data for until too late to do it. Pink Shirt Guy works all right with computers, but he prefers paper. He and I do share several common points of philosophy, especially the ones about multicolored pens and high-lighters, and color-coding things. I, however, prefer my paperwork on the computer most of the time, with as few printouts as possible. He likes paper.

Oh, yes, these spreadsheets have my name all over them. (Figuratively.) Whee!

Tomorrow, 7:30-8 am.

Things are flexible enough that I'll be able to get out of there by 4:30 on Wednesdays, especially as I can come early to make up for that. Then I will probably be there on time (10) on Thursdays, so as to get enough sleep...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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