Settling in...
I survived my first week as a faculty assistant at Harvard Business School and spent my weekend alternating between lounging in bed, running errands, going out to breakfast with friends, and visiting other friends for dinner at their home.
This week has a different feel to it. Frustrated with working constantly from 9-5 and feeling like I was getting nowhere, in addition to all organization that needs to take place at the desk and in the files I inherited, I spoke with the Faculty Assistant Coordinator to ask her permission to work late a few nights this week. She agreed (thankfully). In the last couple days I have been mind blowingly exhausted from the long hours, however, I am starting to see the light at the end of a tunnel. Still, the workload is not yet manageable between deadlines coming up (an FA who would have been here sooner would have seen these coming and been able to plan) and my taking twice as long to get everything done--being unsure about protocol, programs, and resources.
The resource list at HBS quite extensive and impressive. However, the battle is knowing what resources to use and when. I have only begun to scratch the surface and am a very impatient person. I have my own agendas--doctors check-ups, dental checkups, joining a gym, holidays coming that add a hint of desperation to my desire to get settled, organized, and into some sort of a routine.
When people ask how I am doing and I mention that I am doing fine, but have a lot of work to do getting settled, they seem a bit bewildered almost. Certainly, my desk isn't as cluttered as many. But its not up to "Alyssa Standards." I took a JASPER profile on Monster.com just prior to my hiring and it defines me as an "Organizer: Type 6" which is one of the rarer breeds of workers, relatively unique. Well, that hit the nail on the head. I am an Organizer. Organizer Squared.
Before Keith starts his new job next week we are motivating ourselves to get started on some projects we've neglected, such as following up with the Boston police about any recent busts. November 10th will mark six months since the robbery, but a day doesn't go by that I don't think about the momentos I lost as I get dressed each day. Its a fading, almost nonsensical, hope that any of it will ever show, but stranger things have happened (we've heard stories from two co-workers about their getting called almost a year after they were robbed and getting things back). I feel as though while we have to get on with life and accept our losses, I have to do what I can so I at least know in my heart that Keith and I did what we could.
It is November already. Does anyone else in the cyberworld beyond find that amazing? I've already started thinking about how I will look back at 2006 on New Year's Eve, and largely, I think I will be thinking about the robbery. It was the catalyst for everything else that occured thereafter--issues with landlord, moving, unpacking, deciding then and there to quit BU to make the move easier... I'm sad that May 10th has essentially, however inadvertently, defined our year--just as our wedding defined 2005.
This week has a different feel to it. Frustrated with working constantly from 9-5 and feeling like I was getting nowhere, in addition to all organization that needs to take place at the desk and in the files I inherited, I spoke with the Faculty Assistant Coordinator to ask her permission to work late a few nights this week. She agreed (thankfully). In the last couple days I have been mind blowingly exhausted from the long hours, however, I am starting to see the light at the end of a tunnel. Still, the workload is not yet manageable between deadlines coming up (an FA who would have been here sooner would have seen these coming and been able to plan) and my taking twice as long to get everything done--being unsure about protocol, programs, and resources.
The resource list at HBS quite extensive and impressive. However, the battle is knowing what resources to use and when. I have only begun to scratch the surface and am a very impatient person. I have my own agendas--doctors check-ups, dental checkups, joining a gym, holidays coming that add a hint of desperation to my desire to get settled, organized, and into some sort of a routine.
When people ask how I am doing and I mention that I am doing fine, but have a lot of work to do getting settled, they seem a bit bewildered almost. Certainly, my desk isn't as cluttered as many. But its not up to "Alyssa Standards." I took a JASPER profile on Monster.com just prior to my hiring and it defines me as an "Organizer: Type 6" which is one of the rarer breeds of workers, relatively unique. Well, that hit the nail on the head. I am an Organizer. Organizer Squared.
Before Keith starts his new job next week we are motivating ourselves to get started on some projects we've neglected, such as following up with the Boston police about any recent busts. November 10th will mark six months since the robbery, but a day doesn't go by that I don't think about the momentos I lost as I get dressed each day. Its a fading, almost nonsensical, hope that any of it will ever show, but stranger things have happened (we've heard stories from two co-workers about their getting called almost a year after they were robbed and getting things back). I feel as though while we have to get on with life and accept our losses, I have to do what I can so I at least know in my heart that Keith and I did what we could.
It is November already. Does anyone else in the cyberworld beyond find that amazing? I've already started thinking about how I will look back at 2006 on New Year's Eve, and largely, I think I will be thinking about the robbery. It was the catalyst for everything else that occured thereafter--issues with landlord, moving, unpacking, deciding then and there to quit BU to make the move easier... I'm sad that May 10th has essentially, however inadvertently, defined our year--just as our wedding defined 2005.
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