Some days, mornings seem to come earlier than others. I didn't sleep great. Woke up a couple of times and had trouble getting back to sleep, the latest around 3am. Then I was awake for a good 45 minutes before I dozed back off. When that alarm hit at 6, of course, I was sleeping soundly. I could have stayed for a little longer, but instead I got my ass up so I could get coffee and pain killers. It's like my shoulder knows I'm having trepidation about the surgery and is reminding me of why one might want it.
Yesterday was a busy day at work. I had two meetings, first my 120 day check in, and then my first Quality meeting.
The Quality meeting went okay. The person who scores me is very nice, and was complimentary, but I did forget a few things, so I'm going to try to do better on those.
The other meeting was apparently where they decide whether they want to keep you on as an employee beyond probationary. I thought that happened at 6 months, but apparently not. It went well, and I am officially a permanent employee of Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. It was a good meeting, we went over the checklist, which just asks whether the employee is meeting their goals or not. I am meeting and exceeding all of mine. I had some nice feedback in the free text fields, mostly about how nice and respectful I am. And then the meeting closed out with my manager informing me that now I was stuck with them. And that I'm already one of the best employees they have, which was nice to hear.
I'm glad I didn't know that this was the permanent hire meeting, because I would have fretted. Not because I thought I was doing poorly, but because after 911, I was kind of convinced that I didn't have value as an employee. I know it's stupid, but in three months, they managed to completely demolish any self worth I had left over from IKEA. (Which was it's own kind of demoralizing, to be fair.)
But no. I'm actually really damned good at what I do. It's just hard to remember that when the jerk brain starts in on you.
Today, more work! Then tonight we have
weyrlady's NASA game! This should be a lot of fun. I, as per my usual, have a (probable) pain in the ass spellcaster. A kitty sorcerer this time, which I haven't played very often, so I'm looking forward to learning now to play one bettter.
Okay, time for me to get myself together and maybe put on pants. Everyone have an amazing Wednesday!
Yesterday was a busy day at work. I had two meetings, first my 120 day check in, and then my first Quality meeting.
The Quality meeting went okay. The person who scores me is very nice, and was complimentary, but I did forget a few things, so I'm going to try to do better on those.
The other meeting was apparently where they decide whether they want to keep you on as an employee beyond probationary. I thought that happened at 6 months, but apparently not. It went well, and I am officially a permanent employee of Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. It was a good meeting, we went over the checklist, which just asks whether the employee is meeting their goals or not. I am meeting and exceeding all of mine. I had some nice feedback in the free text fields, mostly about how nice and respectful I am. And then the meeting closed out with my manager informing me that now I was stuck with them. And that I'm already one of the best employees they have, which was nice to hear.
I'm glad I didn't know that this was the permanent hire meeting, because I would have fretted. Not because I thought I was doing poorly, but because after 911, I was kind of convinced that I didn't have value as an employee. I know it's stupid, but in three months, they managed to completely demolish any self worth I had left over from IKEA. (Which was it's own kind of demoralizing, to be fair.)
But no. I'm actually really damned good at what I do. It's just hard to remember that when the jerk brain starts in on you.
Today, more work! Then tonight we have
Okay, time for me to get myself together and maybe put on pants. Everyone have an amazing Wednesday!