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I had a productive day that didn't feel productive, and I ended up leaving the office well after 7pm, which is not ideal. Tomorrow is recycling day and I haven't actually dealt with the recycling yet, which means I have to do it before bed. I SWORE to myself I would do it today, because every time I put it off to the morning of, it never gets done, and now I am breaking that promise to myself because it's already past 9pm and because I went to bed so late last night I feel like I've run out of energy.
I will report back here tomorrow night, and if I haven't put out the recycling, you may ALL tell me "I told you so!"
Today is Peggy's birthday. My baby is two years old! I can't believe she's no longer the roly poly puppy and is instead a lean, long-legged grown up! She got a birthday cookie (shaped like a bone and which had "Birthday Girl" on it written in dog-safe icing), a new squeaky green ball, a new Kong Wubba, and a beef shoulder bone the size of her head. She has been very excited about all of her presents, which is very gratifying. I know my no-longer-a-puppy well, it seems.
In other news, my current NCO i/c (Non Commissioned Office In Charge) stopped by my office today to chat about our HR issues, and he brought up a thing which happened on Thrusday, which was kind of neat. So, background: he, my Director, the other sergeant and I were having an impromptu chat about something that had come up, and we all happened to be at the office in person that day. Anyway, my NCO i/c made a joke but in a way that made both me and my Director think he was serious (in the "no, no, I was pulling your leg!" sense, not in the "Schroedinger's Douchebag sense). Now, I have ALWAYS been the perfect mark for that kind of joke: if you tell me something with a straight face I will fall for it 9 times out of 10 if it's not patently absurd. So I pulled out my favourite "dad joke" that I used for situations like that:
"For a queer girl, I make a great straight man."
Anyway, that got a chuckle out of people, and we moved on. But today he made a point of mentioning it, and that he felt really happy and proud that I felt comfortable enough to say that out loud in a room full of policemen who in theory have a fair bit of say in how my job and career will go in the near future. He actually got a little teary, which was sweet. He's about 10 years older than I am, but we both remember a time when being "out" was a recipe for ruining your life. He also told me really proudly that his daughter's best friend (she's in high school) is a gay boy who's the most popular kind in school (and has TWO boyfriends!).
It was a nice moment, I must say.
In other work news, I am trying to plan out my days and my weeks better. Today both did and didn't work out the way I planned, but so far I'm managing to view everything that goes off-course as a learning experience. Forgive me while I toot my own horn for a moment, but I am pretty impressed with how well I have been managing my emotional and mental state these past four months. I am not sure that I would have been able to do this job as well four years ago: I would have tied myself into knots with anxiety, and second-guessed myself into paralysis. I'm not doing everything perfectly (that's impossible anyway), but I've kept all the important plates spinning, and there's been a minimum of broken crockery for the less important plates. I feel that I'm always making at least a little bit of progress, or learning something new, or making a new connection, and it's been very rewarding.
Tomorrow I will make a new attempt at planning out the rest of the week.
And the most exciting news of the day is that my mother got her first COVID 19 vaccination today! I am so relieved, I can't even begin to tell you. Now we just have to wait for the next appointment. My father is under 80 years old, so he will be in the next "wave" in their province, which I guess will be next month, maybe? Either way, my mother is the more vulnerable of the two, so this is a weight lifted off all of us. I am hoping she won't experience too many side effects, but no matter which way you slice it, this is excellent news.
I will report back here tomorrow night, and if I haven't put out the recycling, you may ALL tell me "I told you so!"
Today is Peggy's birthday. My baby is two years old! I can't believe she's no longer the roly poly puppy and is instead a lean, long-legged grown up! She got a birthday cookie (shaped like a bone and which had "Birthday Girl" on it written in dog-safe icing), a new squeaky green ball, a new Kong Wubba, and a beef shoulder bone the size of her head. She has been very excited about all of her presents, which is very gratifying. I know my no-longer-a-puppy well, it seems.
In other news, my current NCO i/c (Non Commissioned Office In Charge) stopped by my office today to chat about our HR issues, and he brought up a thing which happened on Thrusday, which was kind of neat. So, background: he, my Director, the other sergeant and I were having an impromptu chat about something that had come up, and we all happened to be at the office in person that day. Anyway, my NCO i/c made a joke but in a way that made both me and my Director think he was serious (in the "no, no, I was pulling your leg!" sense, not in the "Schroedinger's Douchebag sense). Now, I have ALWAYS been the perfect mark for that kind of joke: if you tell me something with a straight face I will fall for it 9 times out of 10 if it's not patently absurd. So I pulled out my favourite "dad joke" that I used for situations like that:
"For a queer girl, I make a great straight man."
Anyway, that got a chuckle out of people, and we moved on. But today he made a point of mentioning it, and that he felt really happy and proud that I felt comfortable enough to say that out loud in a room full of policemen who in theory have a fair bit of say in how my job and career will go in the near future. He actually got a little teary, which was sweet. He's about 10 years older than I am, but we both remember a time when being "out" was a recipe for ruining your life. He also told me really proudly that his daughter's best friend (she's in high school) is a gay boy who's the most popular kind in school (and has TWO boyfriends!).
It was a nice moment, I must say.
In other work news, I am trying to plan out my days and my weeks better. Today both did and didn't work out the way I planned, but so far I'm managing to view everything that goes off-course as a learning experience. Forgive me while I toot my own horn for a moment, but I am pretty impressed with how well I have been managing my emotional and mental state these past four months. I am not sure that I would have been able to do this job as well four years ago: I would have tied myself into knots with anxiety, and second-guessed myself into paralysis. I'm not doing everything perfectly (that's impossible anyway), but I've kept all the important plates spinning, and there's been a minimum of broken crockery for the less important plates. I feel that I'm always making at least a little bit of progress, or learning something new, or making a new connection, and it's been very rewarding.
Tomorrow I will make a new attempt at planning out the rest of the week.
And the most exciting news of the day is that my mother got her first COVID 19 vaccination today! I am so relieved, I can't even begin to tell you. Now we just have to wait for the next appointment. My father is under 80 years old, so he will be in the next "wave" in their province, which I guess will be next month, maybe? Either way, my mother is the more vulnerable of the two, so this is a weight lifted off all of us. I am hoping she won't experience too many side effects, but no matter which way you slice it, this is excellent news.
