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Feb. 10th, 2006 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figmentI've really been a big slacker today. Yesterday, you know, I was busy, I did a lot of teaching and so on, and was really patient; I helped run a meeting; stuff. Today, I slept in. I have almost finished re-reading a fantasy novel. 'Cos, you know I have the day off, and I should be doing taxes and laundry and academic reading and research, but I'm a slacker.
Unfortunately, my delight in being a slacker has just been fouled by finding out that I messed up at work.
Ugh.
One of the things I do at my job is organize this seminar for PhD students who want to be professors. I'm not in charge of it or anything - there are six professors who teach it, and another one who oversees the whole shebang - I'm just sort of the gofer. I arrange rooms and send reminder emails and so on. Well, today they were meeting - and I forgot that they were. So I did not arrange to have refreshments brought to their meeting (they are supposed to take care of this themselves but for some reason we agreed to do it for them this time)... and so they called my boss to complain about the lack of cookies.
This strikes me as a kind of dumb thing to complain about, honestly. But I did mess up, and my boss has to cover for me, and she had to call me at home to check and see if they were supposed to be meeting today, and I hate messing up.
Earlier this week another of my bosses (I kind of have two) thought I had messed up and not shown up to an orientation I was supposed to teach. He was wrong, as it turned out; the orientation was on Thursday as I thought and not on Wednesday as he thought, so everything turned out okay. I was just rattled for most of the day on Wednesday by the panic the day'd begun with. I don't know if that feeling of beign rattled contributed to today's mess-up...
Probably not. Probably I'm just overcommitted. Overbusy. At work, it's not like I sit around on my hands, I'm usually really busy. But there's no good excuse for messing up. Drat.
Anyone want to organize those seminars for me from now on? I'm tired of it and I obviously need a break...
Unfortunately, my delight in being a slacker has just been fouled by finding out that I messed up at work.
Ugh.
One of the things I do at my job is organize this seminar for PhD students who want to be professors. I'm not in charge of it or anything - there are six professors who teach it, and another one who oversees the whole shebang - I'm just sort of the gofer. I arrange rooms and send reminder emails and so on. Well, today they were meeting - and I forgot that they were. So I did not arrange to have refreshments brought to their meeting (they are supposed to take care of this themselves but for some reason we agreed to do it for them this time)... and so they called my boss to complain about the lack of cookies.
This strikes me as a kind of dumb thing to complain about, honestly. But I did mess up, and my boss has to cover for me, and she had to call me at home to check and see if they were supposed to be meeting today, and I hate messing up.
Earlier this week another of my bosses (I kind of have two) thought I had messed up and not shown up to an orientation I was supposed to teach. He was wrong, as it turned out; the orientation was on Thursday as I thought and not on Wednesday as he thought, so everything turned out okay. I was just rattled for most of the day on Wednesday by the panic the day'd begun with. I don't know if that feeling of beign rattled contributed to today's mess-up...
Probably not. Probably I'm just overcommitted. Overbusy. At work, it's not like I sit around on my hands, I'm usually really busy. But there's no good excuse for messing up. Drat.
Anyone want to organize those seminars for me from now on? I'm tired of it and I obviously need a break...
