(I wrote this at work yesterday.)
I had my first ever official meeting today*. It was fun. Except not so much fun as easy and boring. I was told to go get a pad at the beginning of it to write down "Action Items," which sounded so strange to me. I'm not used to office-speak, so I half-thought they were kidding. Haha, "Action Items"? Yeah, yeah, then I'll design an action hero doll and have him leap around the office getting ACTION WORK done. Good one.
Clearly they were serious.
At the end, BossMan asked how often we should meet on this project, and he and the other woman in the meeting turned to me and waited. Inside I freaked out, thinking, "Seriously? You're asking ME? I just started working here a couple days ago. You are both my superiors. What the hell is wrong with you people?" On the outside, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know. This is my first meeting ever."
BossMan found this hilarious: "First meeting ever, that's great. That explains why you didn't bring a pad."
Why didn't anyone tell me about the pad thing? I brought a sheet of paper... that already had notes on it...
(He just walked up behind me, getting a great view of this open window. From now on, no more blogging at work.)
**Update: I have been playing phone tag with a new doctor for a few days, and she called me back right after I went into this meeting. I missed it, because clearly I wasn't going to bring my cell phone into a meeting, right? That's rude. As I was explaining this to my dad, though, he scolded me for not taking my phone everywhere. I cried out defensively, "But it was my first meeting. Like ever!" He cracked up too, which for my dad means he let out a few quiet chuckles.
I Am Still Alive. Basically.
2 days ago