Brunch!

Okay, so the internet crapped out on me about one minute before I was going to post my brunch announcement yesterday.

It seems to be behaving today, so here goes:

Brunch is on, as usual, this Saturday at the Eggspectations in the AMC Forum, at 10:30am.

All you non-regulars, do feel free to surprise me and show up.

As a note, if you know for a fact that you're going to turn up, could you drop me a note? It helps now that the restaurant is starting to fill up earlier. That way we know whether to monopolize more than two tables from the get-go, rather than having to do an awkward shuffle later.

RSVP isn't mandatory, but it's helpful. Thanks!

"We won't dance no more..."

Okay, not strictly true, but it's a nice little song. If you like country rock, that is.

Spent last night volunteering at the Bolo Club (that's where I go dancing, for those of you who care), and learned an intermediate level dance. Aiee! I managed, but it was very similar to when I was starting out at the beginner level: doable, but conducive to tripping over your own feet all the time. Not to mention that there were two "bridges" in the choreography, which I couldn't remember to save my life.

On the plus side, I think that I'll get it with practice. On the minus side, I don't have the music at home since I don't have the Intermediate Level CD, so I won't be able to practice at home. Boo.

Going again tonight, where they'll play it again when we do a revision of the week's dances. Looking forward to learning tonight's dance, too. Even more to next week's, which is on a Shania Twain song.

Work has been crazy this week, in a weird way. The CAM had me working all day Thursday on her pet project, which involved a metric assload of photocopying, for one thing. I think I razed an acre of rainforest by myself, of which I'm not particularly proud. Then there was lots of finicky stapling/sorting/organising work which she couldn't be bothered to do herself. When I saw how long it took me (the better part of four hours), I could sort of understand why. Then again, if she'd bothered to sort the first round of paperwork, it would have taken half as long to do my work, if that much.

The problem with the CAM is that she doesn't think about what she wants before she comes to give me instructions. She sort of thinks aloud at me, and then expects me to make sense of it all. This means that she contradicts herself in the same sentence, changes her mind several times over, loses her train of thought, meanders out of the conversation and then back in a few minutes later, and generally makes a confused mess of things.

She's fun otherwise, though.

The Boss!Man is another story entirely. He's pretty good at asking for what he wants, but he too has clarity issues. More to the point, he mumbles, and generally never looks directly at me when he talks. He usually tosses instructions over his shoulder when he's running out the door. It's gotten to the point where half the time I don't even know if he's talking to me or someone else.

When he's in the office it's not too bad. I can at least chase after him and ask him to clarify things for me. He probably thinks I'm the world's biggest idiot because I never get his instructions on the first try, but I'd rather that than get it wrong.

All the other managers are reasonable about explaining what they want, to varying degrees. Some of them will write obsessively-detailed little notes that practically tell me to remember to wash my hands after going to the washroom, and others will just give verbal instructions.

The administrative agents are the best all-around. They've all done what I'm doing these days, so they know pretty much what information I need and what I don't.

So, yes, all in all the job is pretty good. Still boring, in its own way, but it keeps me busy all day and the people are nice. Oh, and there's a paycheque. Paycheques are a Good Thing™.

Off to work now!