I may have to fire my first employee; not looking forward to it but after spending hours upon hours fixing Access/Database non-sense when I have never, EVER been trained in such but figured it out in just a day, I may not have such a hard time at all.

I’m refreshing my HR skills to prepare me for this delicate conversation. 

If something it’s not submitted when is due; then all your wonderful Access formulas and queries mean nothing. On top of it you refurse to input data manually because you rather have Access use Oracle Mirror to pull the information automatically (because when is done right it only takes a minute or two), yet six weeks later the information is late and not submitted, leaves me with the unfortunate decision that:

Not submitted, not complete=FIRED!

Ouchie!

UPDATE:

The title of DATABASE MANAGER doesn’t belong to this person and I gave this person 6 weeks to figure it out on his/her own time trusting he/she could get it done. Then I reached out to IT and coordinated direct support from the GURU of all gurus in the IT team for Access Database information (a person who’s busier than the mayor but who still took her sweet time to explain and troubleshoot); my thoughts at capturing the big picture or brainstorming different ways, but no-oh, no, you refused to do it the long old school way and rather spent 6 weeks trying to figure out shortcuts until I had to take it away and fix it because this thing is now 4 weeks overdue. Arghh.  And, now we’re almost done… BAhhh~!  This always happens before I go away.  Oh, well…it has to get done, right?

I’m so not honoring my blog-blog’s title today, :(! I promise, I’ll go back to Loving Life Friday once I’m at the Cabin we got for the weekend! I promise.

End rant!  “Cambio y Fuera…”

I walked to the bus stop and right before turning right on Queens Blvd. a random man told me “Whoah, you’re so hot!” … :/! What the… Of course I ignored him!

Now, I’m trying to figure this week out! Is it because I’m wearing skirts, the wild/natural curly hair due to this humid-rainy weather or what? I wear skirts non-stop after I wax my legs because d’uh then what’s the point? And, I’m rocking some very pale legs that won’t return to a nice decent healthy tan unless they are exposed but in starting to think that this may be a problem, as well as, pencil skirts. I mean, it’s raining…who wants dress pants that end wet at the feet! Oh, we’ll!

The rest of my bus ride was uneventful—Thank you Lawddd!

I had a meeting by the Union Square area this morning.  A big one, as it is a new partnership with an amazing school. So, I pulled the pencil red skirt, open toe shoes and a black blazer! It was formal but weather cooperative and def. not revealing nor too tight!

On my way there, I was stopped by some random man. I though he needed help finding something…specific place/address.  BUT, oh no, it wasn’t that!  He asked me to be more careful because a random man that walked by attempted to touch me.  To that I answered, “okay, had he touched me there would have been two people arrested!”  He was schocked at my response, but said that the only reason that man didn’t was because he noticed him and was ready to defend me. To this I said: “Yeah, sure!  Of course.  You just wanted an excuse to talk to me. And, I do take care of myself.  I’m always much more fearful of my violent reaction to this type of scenario because I will not let some random man touch me and get away with it!  Yup, I may go to jail for attacking a random dumbass, but, hey, thanks for the friendly advice Sir.”  Moved on toward meeting location!

Then, on my way back to catch the subway to return to my campus office in LIC, a man in a wheelchair stopped in front of me and said: “For you I think I can walk!”  What do you respond to this? “0-0”!  I’m not upset, I thought that was sweet but it made me sad! Don’t know why…

Then, on my 5 minute from the train stop to my office, “a random man said, you walk too fast, and man, my heart can’t take it.  Where are you going?  Can I come with you!”  I ignored him and walked faster!

Summary of these random Monday events:

-The 18 yearl-old man would have been all types of appreciated and blushed at this.

-The 33 year-old is just fed up with the non-sense of it all.

I didn’t know working in the city required this much looking out.  Can a woman just go to work and be left alone?  Looking forwad to my little uneventful bus commute tomorrow morning whereby men ignore my whole being and/or don’t try to act like a hero and jump in to ’defend’ my personal space.

It’s 2012 and modern chivalry remains strong my people!  I must be protected by a man from other men! Whahhhh!

Happy Monday!

I would have complained a year ago at the thought of leaving the office now, but the amount of work I accomplished today has been phenomenal.  I delegated, collaborated, sent thank-yous, put out some fires, signed papers, and got lucky for making  a random call to a fellow administrator after hours (it turned she had a crazy week and this evening was the perfect opportunity to turn our thinking caps on full force).  Right before I cleared my desk for Monday, I decided to check when I last posted. As I read Monday post, I could not help my ol’ grin on my face. I ended the way I started!  Wed and Thurs. were exhausting, but I  ended with high levels of energy…anyway! 

I feel like a maturing administrator who has risen to the challenge of handling responsibilities that were not meant to be mine for at least another two years. I do believe I just did this, but what I can’t believe is that I got all done by now.

Next week, shall be another challenge, but thanks to Ms. B! I have been inspired to run my first 5K (dragged my brother and sister-in law into this, too) and have the ability to focus on something other than work for at least 1 hour a day!  Training is going really well and I cant’ wait for June 2nd, 2012.

In the meantime, I’m having a ball at my job and at home!

Life is Good, SO GOOD!

TGIF and ready for the weekend!

MRs. D.! 

Obsessing Over: 2012-2013 proposal draft (1st one completed) that’s on my desktop…and my run this evening!

Working On: Said proposal above for second review with my Academic Chief Officer. Almost there!

Thinking about: How I haven’t had a real energy Monday since 4/23/2012!  Fault of that proposal’s first draft!  BUT today, it feels just right!

Anticipating: My run this evening. Funny how a BootCamp class never scared me, but this 25 minute run this evening is…  I signed for a 5K and now the training is on…can’t dissapoint the family members I dragged with me to do this in a few weeks!

Listening To: “I’m Addicted To You” by Shakira!

Drinking: Water. Lots of water!

Wishing: I had a clone to tackle my To Do List while I work on the last details of this draft!

Hombres necios que acusáis
a la mujer, sin razón,
sin ver que sois la ocasión
de lo mismo que culpáis;

si con ansia sin igual
solicitáis su desdén,
por qué queréis que obren bien
si las incitáis al mal?

Combatís su resistencia
y luego, con gravedad,
decís que fue liviandad
lo que hizo la diligencia.

Parecer quiere el denuedo
de vuestro parecer loco,
al niño que pone el coco
y luego le tiene miedo.

Queréis, con presunción necia,
hallar a la que buscáis
para prentendida, Thais,
y en la posesión, Lucrecia.

¿Qué humor puede ser más raro
que el que, falto de consejo,
él mismo empaña el espejo
y siente que no esté claro?

Con el favor y el desdén
tenéis condición igual,
quejándoos, si os tratan mal,
burlándoos, si os quieren bien.

Opinión, ninguna gana,
pues la que más se recata,
si no os admite, es ingrata,
y si os admite, es liviana.

Siempre tan necios andáis
que, con desigual nivel,
a una culpáis por cruel
y a otra por fácil culpáis.

¿Pues como ha de estar templada
la que vuestro amor pretende?,
¿si la que es ingrata ofende,
y la que es fácil enfada?

Mas, entre el enfado y la pena
que vuestro gusto refiere,
bien haya la que no os quiere
y quejaos en hora buena.

Dan vuestras amantes penas
a sus libertades alas,
y después de hacerlas malas
las queréis hallar muy buenas.

¿Cuál mayor culpa ha tenido
en una pasión errada:
la que cae de rogada,
o el que ruega de caído?

¿O cuál es de más culpar,
aunque cualquiera mal haga;
la que peca por la paga
o el que paga por pecar?

¿Pues, para qué os espantáis
de la culpa que tenéis?
Queredlas cual las hacéis
o hacedlas cual las buscáis.

Dejad de solicitar,
y después, con más razón,
acusaréis la afición
de la que os fuere a rogar.

Bien con muchas armas fundo
que lidia vuestra arrogancia,
pues en promesa e instancia
juntáis diablo, carne y mundo.

Last week during one of our planning meetings, a colleague asked what type of dogs I have! I promptly blurted: 2 doxies! Following this statement she requested proof; I obliged by grabbing my IPhone and providing a mini slide show on the spot! She then asked:

“How do you leave them every morning? You must be so sad!”

I was shocked because indeed I feel a little sad as I walk toward the hallway to leave the apt. every am. They make the saddest faces! Funny thing, when it was just Brownie, I never felt sad leaving him.  It has to be that this fierce beast has always loved his independence—His couch time is priceless to him!

Now with Boone is a different story. He is always by the door when I get home! When I wake up in the morning he is always awake, alert and ready to Go! It’s been close to a year since Boone’s arrival and NOW both give me sad faces when I leave. Brownie won’t get all types of excited when I get home for Boone is at the door or trying to climb the playpen fence when I arrive. I think Brownie just let’s him do all the fun work. 

Sometimes I find myself excited at the thought of two demanding dogs waiting to be cared, walked and fed upon my arrival.  This feeling is just so inebriating, addictive and satisfying. I firmly believe it takes a dog owner/lover to fully understand this separation anxiety moments and how to cope with these feelings on a daily basis (while managaing not to look like an emotional fool on the way out).

Needless to mention, my dogs love the weekend as we don’t need to say good bye nor make sad faces upon an impending 8-9 hour separation!

And, now on my way to work for half day duty and only 7 hours apart for the day!