I'm still going to write about being the hall monitor. I haven't forgotten, I just haven't felt like writing it lately. I feel bad too, because one of my very dear friends is on bedrest and I think I should be writing things to amuse her.
That brings us to today in my triangle, which is hopefully a little bit amusing. Tomorrow is BCFG's big fall breakfast workshop thing. We have 147 guests that have responded and the Department of Labor is one of the featured speakers. (That sounds a lot cooler than it really is, as you can ask the Department of Labor, the IRS and the Social Security Administration to speak at any number of events and they'll do so for free, as long as you give them enough notice.) This workshop is a big deal, and Mr. X and I have been working on it for a long time. I am kind of confounded by this, but when we received the Department of Labor's PowerPoint slides they were on a lavender background. Lavender? Seriously? You're the Department of Labor, one of the most feared entities in the government, and you're going to present with lavender slides? One of my jobs for the workshop was to completely rework the DOL's presentation, first changing the color scheme to BCFG's navy and gray and then editing a lot of the content down so it flowed and would fit in 45 minutes. The lady from the DOL is happy with what I did (I was a little worried that she would be really attached to both her lavender and her content--I got rid of a lot of her clip art and you never know how attached people are to their pictures of stacks of dollar bills). The reworked slides are my gift to her.
Anyway, so I've been reworking slides and then for the past few days I've been putting together all the booklets and other stuff. Yesterday I was at FedEx/Kinkos 4 times because the logo on the cover pages they were printing looked all smeary. Today, with the help of Mama X (which was so appreciated), I put together 120 booklets and I now have Kinko's Shoulder*; a repetitive injury caused by our binding machine.
You may remember that BCFG hosted another workshop this past spring, which I wrote about in this post called "Bitter Pants". To summarize, after working on the previous workshop I did not get to attend, although K did, even though the subject matter has nothing to do with her job, she did not do any work for the set up, and I asked to attend. This time around I decided that I was going, so instead of asking if I could help out, I said "what time should I be there tomorrow?" Even with that direct question Mr. X still had to think about it and then asked me if I wanted to go. I thought that was kind of a stupid question, but I answered in the affirmative.
After that was settled, Mr. X proceeded to tell me that everyone wears "the full regalia"** and the "blue pinstripe suits" to the workshop. I answered that I wasn't planning to wear jeans and a t-shirt, however he did not laugh. First, this pissed me off, as I do know how to dress myself and have been meeting clients for over 12 years. However, now that some time has gone by I've gotten really insecure and am wondering if everyone in the office thinks that I dress badly. I think that I dress regular, but maybe women are supposed to wear sequined tank tops and crazy high heels, like K does. If this is the expected dress code, then I will not be following it. I no longer own a "blue pinstripe suit," so I'm hoping that my black pantsuit with a white blouse will suffice. Right now I need to get out the sticky roller thing and make sure I'm dog-hair free for tomorrow.
I feel like I used an excessive amount of commas in the post. Thoughts?
UPDATE: The white blouse is out, because it has a zillion buttons which lay weird with my suit jacket. Instead, I will be wearing a plum colored ruffled tank, with matching necklace, so I will be all kinds of fancy. Take that!
*A new aliment coined by my bedresting friend
**I'm 99% sure that's the term he used--I should have written it down
Lol! And your friend is very very amused :) I love reading your posts.
ReplyDeleteI am sure that you dress appropriately for your company and your posisiton. I used to worry about what I wore to work. And then... I just didn't care. They seem fixated on shoes, width of tank straps and my cleavage. Since I only have absolute control over the shoes, and not showing my arms at work, they'll have to deal. I do as much coverage as possible, and as my friend, our HR, told me: a turtleneck wouldn't hide what i've got. :)
ReplyDeleteI lik the ruffled tank under a suit. I think that's fabulous. I hate suits. I look blocky and fat in them. I instead opt for dresses, and my suits consist of tailored pants and suit vests. Because I am in love with Suit Vests... ok, I love all vests.