This is what I get for saying so often that research was the part of school I liked the most. I should have told everyone that hanging out with friends at the coffee place was what I liked best about school.
Hi. At my new-ish job, we’re revising several of our ordinances. To prepare for ordinance revisions, one does a bit of research on issues, possible ways to address said issues, how other cities have changed their ordinances, and possible additional problems that may stem from trying to address the original problems though ordinances. Only as it turns out, it’s not just a bit of research; it’s a lot of research. It’s a lot of working until midnight, with just a break for dinner and shower.
I like having a real planning job, and I like my co-workers; I just wish I had a wee smidgen of free time.
And if you’re wondering why I’ve been posting even less frequently than usual, this is why.
In other news, I embarrassed myself in front of one of our city council members by demonstrating my complete lack of mathematical ability. He said he gets to the gym at 4:30 in the morning (I know!) and is still there at 7:30 when another council member gets there.
Me: I don’t know what I’d do at the gym for 4 hours.
Him: It’s 3 hours.
Great.
I had to present our strategic plan to the city council last week, and the city manager told me to take about 45 minutes. It took me 4 minutes. I was debating inwardly about whether I should try to stretch it out some more, you know, maybe read every page of the plan to them, when I looked around the council chambers and noticed one of the council members sorting his mail, paying his bills. And then I wasn’t so worried about taking up their time. To be fair to him, they had all read the strategic plan before, there was nothing new—and it made me feel much better about being 41 minutes short of material.
Also, minor incident report: I was using the work-issued headphones to transcribe minutes from the Planning & Zoning Commission, and used only one hand to yank the headphones off my head. What I didn’t realize is that the metal earpiece/headband part is attached to the cord by a magnet…and when I yanked the cord too hard, the metal earpiece snapped back onto my head.
And that’s me lately.
6 comments:
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. But also "oh, sad." I'm referring to the incident report. I would not laugh at you never having free time because that would affect me if I had any free time. I really miss when you were in school and had the time to do things like.
that wasn't supposed to say "do things like." just "do things." But my brain is not so much doing well tonight.
p.s. my word verification is "sianistr," which is like "sinister" with a funny accent. It's not as good as "canister," though. Which a joke that no one else will get, so I don't know why I bother.
I get the canister joke, and I think that's good enough. :)
Don't model any city planning after the City of Dallas. Please. Only use them as a research tool on how NOT to do things.
That said, you should come to Dallas more often. To visit. Not to stare in wonder at the "City that works".
I've been eager to get out there to try that Bliss restaurant. Have you been? If you're interested, we could go together sometime. You're one of the few people I know who seem like she wouldn't be grossed out by it.
I'm game! Just say WHEN!
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