Sometimes You're the Hammer, Sometimes the Nail

Today I feel like the nail.

Yesterday I heard something in passing that I thought would make an interesting blog post. Followed the lead and... it evaporated. Back to Square One.

This morning I heard something else, same result.

I just can't seem to catch a break!

Then, my normally quiet and peaceful job this week is taking on dangerous undercurrents. Lots of odd ball things happening.

First, there is a gentleman visiting from out of the country. He's a specialist in his field. He may or may not be going to the farther reaches of Northern California on business. If he does, I am somehow charged with getting him from there to San Francisco (don't call it 'frisco!) in time for an early morning international flight on Wednesday.

This place to which he might be going is remote. There are no regular buses and a taxi would be wildly expensive - think thousands. Talk about hats and rabbits! That's if he goes. If he doesn't, it's marginally easier. I'll rent a room for him at a hotel close to the airport and let him fend for himself tomorrow evening.

Next, we have auditors arriving tomorrow and, of course, there's a scramble to get things together so that we can proudly present them with what they required last year. Miracles do happen but I'm not holding my breath that we'll walk away unscathed. At some time today, I have to take a form and an SOP and clean them up so we can present them.

Third, I'm not even doing my own job this week, which involves helping get a couple of things for the auditors together and making travel arrangements. I also get to cover the front desk, so I have my desk with all my normal work and tools in one building, but I'll spend the week at another person's desk, with their set-up.

Fourth, I get to be the spear catcher. I hate it, but it's part of my job. Schedule a meeting once, then reschedule it because of conflicts and then, sometimes, re-re-schedule it because of shifting. Then stand there, arms spread, head tilted back, and wait for the cries of 'foul!' and 'why did you do this?' As if it's my choice, something that affects only me and something I do unilaterally just because. Something to look forward to, today. Oh yay.

So, there's the start to my week. I expect I'll survive. How bruised is the only question.

Have a lovely day and a better week!

Best~
Philippa

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