The Adventures of Jane, Marley and Cat

It’s been a weird week at work.

There has been a “reorganization” and I’m not happy with my “new” position or title, but what is weird is that everyone except my boss gets it, including some of the other executives. I have been told to “bide my time” and “things will work out.”

What do you do when you work for someone who is very kind, a very good man, but is clueless. He is in charge of a department wherein he has no experience.

How does this happen? It is the Peter Principle in it’s perfection.

(Peter Principle: The original principle states that in a hierarchically structured administration, people tend to be promoted up to their “level of incompetence”)

I have a ton of work to do on a specific major project (read “new website”) and yet my boss keeps trying to get me to do his pet projects which are so far down the list they aren’t even visible.

But I did write them on my white board… so when he walks in he knows they are there.

However, because of all the weirdness with the shift (oh hell, if this is what weird shift meant I am really cranky now!) I have spent most of my week undoing the politics and not getting my work done.

I hate weeks like that.

So, it’s Friday. I’m in jeans. I’m listening to Brahms. I’m eating pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. I’m working on the website.

I will survive!

I am thinking about one of the experiences I had last weekend at Weird Shift. Jan and Chris and I had the final closing presentation, and we had met earlier in the month to go over the details.

We also sat together right before the presentation and reviewed it one more time.

Now how is it that what came out of my mouth for instructions were not what was said to me and was also not what was heard by the group?

I have always considered myself to be a good communicator. I can stand on my feet and talk and people, for the most part understand what I am saying.

But it is so weird to me that I totally missed what Jan had said to me, and that the group (some in particular) totally missed what I did say.

Weird.

I’m gonna have to think about this some more.

It is no accident that weekend 5 of Alchemists is called “Weird Shift Weekend”. I am excessively shifted, and in many, many good ways. For the most part the weekend was a total gift of light, love, and learning. I had the pleasure of making many new friends and connecting even more from my Alchemists group.

I learned a lot about myself… the independence that masks the fear of being dissapointed by others, the inability to be intimate because I don’t really love myself.

Ah, but this is not a blog about heavy things, but of lightness and silliness.

We did indeed have “Weird Bra Day” and I must say the other participants were way more exciting than my simple aqua bra. Can you say “feathers and leopard print”, yeah baby.

Anyway, I’m back, I’m ready to go on all my other myriad of projects, including two websites and various other projects.

Not to mention the weirdness at work. Breathe. Acceptance. Breathe.