Huge staff meeting today or the “Extended Staff Version” somewhere between a “team building” event and how long can I stare at the table top and get on with my job of answering phones. Actually the exercise was not too bad—uncomfortable in some places growth many times is but I am sure some progress was made and will be made. The conclusion of the three hour meeting was that we are going to put some strategies in place and have another “ follow-up meeting” in a month and see what is happening on the outside. My partner dodged the bullet by calling in sick today, I wish she could have been here. I think she always has great ideas.
Now comes the part I hate everyone stops into the office, MY OFFICE , to get my take on the meeting kind of like a debriefing. Is this not a form of gossip, and was not GOSSIP plainly on the group discussion docket today??? I will be good, I will be good, I will be good. This is my new mantra . Luckily, I have an office way in the back of our building. You really have to want to get to my office to get to my office. I hate the “ what do you think…? Question accompanied with the look usually with raised eyebrows. The raised eyebrow, like “you are one of us…trust me”. I have learned you say something and the next thing you know you are in the bosses. I really wanna, gotta believe the raised eyebrow is not malicious buti have learned that when the eyebrow raised somewhere the hammer falls and it usually falls hard. So this is it. All I an going to write on the subject for now. I have learned from Dooce that some things are best unwritten, some things are best left to speculation. Is that healthy?
I have the Russians again tonight. I have to travel all the way cross the valley to Jordan River Hospital—90 streets South and way West. Dinner is at 6:00 pm and I am off at 5:00 so I have but an hour to make the trip during drive-time traffic. I have driven more in the past three months then it seems I have all year. They say drive-time on the West side is always bad. I plan to just chug along on surface streets and get there alive even if I am late. Actually, the event should be cool—five docs from former soviet block Russian states, all women, surgeons, ob-gyns, and others over to US-Utah to learn and be cultural. I am to be at the dinner representing folks with disabilities. Folks with disabilities are still kind a are invisible in this part of the world. Jennifer , who is kinda the director, of this project wants these docs to see people with disabilities from the independent living point of view. There will be interpreters present and I know a small bit of Russian but I anticipate a fast but quiet dinner. I am the disability eye candy.
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