Thursday, March 4. 2010
Abandoned Week
It was another day with many many many meetings. Unfortunately, I had some other things to attend to as well but I didn't have any time to deal with it. I've been arguing with the Pharmacy since last week and I'm seriously getting to the point where shit needs to get squared away. That's not the kind of thing I could really put off and I couldn't wait until after work. I was able to call in to most of my meetings instead of actually going to them. The upside of that was that I could multi-task throughout the meetings. But ... uh, that didn't work too great.
I can handle doing two things at once pretty well. That's two real things, not trivial things like tying your shoes or cleaning your desk - real things that require some thought. Three things at once and I'm starting to get in over my head. Four things is right out.
From 2:30 - 5:00 I was on a phone call where we were reviewing slides. Part of that meeting was actually seeing the slides so I had the presentation up on my screen. One of the women I worked with sent me an IM during the meeting asking a couple of quick questions. Since the questions were follow-ups to a task she was doing for me, I figured I'd better answer. Then the phone rang. I had called my doc's nurse earlier for help on the Pharmacy situation. She called back to let me know what she had worked out with them and what the doc had said. Again, I figured I'd better answer it. Then the second line on my phone rang and it was Sue - who was actually at the Pharmacy to pick up my meds. So I'm listening to one teleconference, watching a slide presentation, IM'ing a lady at work, talking the nurse on my cell phone, and Sue's calling me at my desk phone - simultaneously.
I said "Aw, fuck!" The only issue with that is ... I have no idea which phone was active. So I either told a room full of program leadership "Aw, fuck!" or I told my doc's nurse "Aw, fuck!". Which means tomorrow I have to ask some odd and possibly embarrassing questions. "Hey New Boss. So, yeah, yesterday. When I was on that teleconference and you were on the other end. Did, uh ... did I happen to say something like 'Aw, fuck!'? ... Why? Oh, no reason." And if he says no, then I have to call the nurse and apologize for randomly shouting cuss words at her in the middle of a conversation. Too bad she's not treating me for Tourette's Syndrome.
I can handle doing two things at once pretty well. That's two real things, not trivial things like tying your shoes or cleaning your desk - real things that require some thought. Three things at once and I'm starting to get in over my head. Four things is right out.
From 2:30 - 5:00 I was on a phone call where we were reviewing slides. Part of that meeting was actually seeing the slides so I had the presentation up on my screen. One of the women I worked with sent me an IM during the meeting asking a couple of quick questions. Since the questions were follow-ups to a task she was doing for me, I figured I'd better answer. Then the phone rang. I had called my doc's nurse earlier for help on the Pharmacy situation. She called back to let me know what she had worked out with them and what the doc had said. Again, I figured I'd better answer it. Then the second line on my phone rang and it was Sue - who was actually at the Pharmacy to pick up my meds. So I'm listening to one teleconference, watching a slide presentation, IM'ing a lady at work, talking the nurse on my cell phone, and Sue's calling me at my desk phone - simultaneously.
I said "Aw, fuck!" The only issue with that is ... I have no idea which phone was active. So I either told a room full of program leadership "Aw, fuck!" or I told my doc's nurse "Aw, fuck!". Which means tomorrow I have to ask some odd and possibly embarrassing questions. "Hey New Boss. So, yeah, yesterday. When I was on that teleconference and you were on the other end. Did, uh ... did I happen to say something like 'Aw, fuck!'? ... Why? Oh, no reason." And if he says no, then I have to call the nurse and apologize for randomly shouting cuss words at her in the middle of a conversation. Too bad she's not treating me for Tourette's Syndrome.
