So, naturally, with any new job, where you are pretty much training yourself, with help from others here and there, you're going to make some screw ups. Now, at CB&L, had I done that, I would have been humiliated in front of God, Satan, the Peanut Gallery and anyone else on stand-by.
At my new job, everyone is like, "Well, how could you have known, it's no big deal. Just send/make a quick [insert whatever you want, i.e. note, email, phone call] on Monday, no biggie. "Say Whaaaaaaaat?"
Today I even got to use my artistic skills (and therefore my undergrad degree) in assembling some journal cover/frames. You know, color coordinating the mat to the complimentary colors in the journal. I use my flight attendant skills to make people feel comfortable and laugh. I use my paralegal skills to trouble-shoot, and my art skills to frame stuff. I'm officially well-rounded!
I will be sorry to see the Interim Chair go. At first, I was a bit leery about him, couldn't gage his personality, but he's turned out to be pretty much cool. And smart. No wonder he wants to get back to his research (which, by the way, is stuff way over my head, but I understand it on a fundamental level).
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This blog is created for, and dedicated to, all of the hard working paralegals out there who believe in honesty, loyalty and hard work, only to have it dismissed and sabotaged by people who, if we had our way, would spontaneously combust, thus making the world a much better place.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
How it Should Work
Funny story that happened yesterday. Okay, well, besides the armed dude running amok at our downtown campus in one of the law buildings (someone should have said to him, "Look, kid. You want to shoot somebody? Go down to CB&L...easy pickin's at that place), it was a fairly calm day.
Somebody complained that the wine we served at the holiday party was awful, so, since we had five bottles left, we decided to grab some grad students and hold an impromptu wine tasting. My theory was that since it was red, it probably required decanting. Anyway, that wasn't the case, it got worse as time progressed.
Anyway, earlier in the day, the IC asked me to send out a broadcast to all of our department regarding the lunatic on our downtown campus. Now, the university has its own "emergency" email plan, but my IC was being extra cautious, and I appreciate that. So, I sent it out over our five listservs.
This morning, I get an email from this professor chastising me for sending it on all the listservs because he got two emails (and the ones from the campus security email listserv, oh the horror!). I apologized, and forwarded it to my boss who wrote back to me, "Don't listen to him." Rock on!
I'm getting to know the office folks, and they are 180 degrees different from the Frick and Frack experience. Two of my office mates toss a nerf football around to release stress, we have wine tastings to make sure it's fit to serve, and we joke constantly. I swear, I'm in the Garden of Eden, coming from Dante's 7th ring of hell!
Somebody complained that the wine we served at the holiday party was awful, so, since we had five bottles left, we decided to grab some grad students and hold an impromptu wine tasting. My theory was that since it was red, it probably required decanting. Anyway, that wasn't the case, it got worse as time progressed.
Anyway, earlier in the day, the IC asked me to send out a broadcast to all of our department regarding the lunatic on our downtown campus. Now, the university has its own "emergency" email plan, but my IC was being extra cautious, and I appreciate that. So, I sent it out over our five listservs.
This morning, I get an email from this professor chastising me for sending it on all the listservs because he got two emails (and the ones from the campus security email listserv, oh the horror!). I apologized, and forwarded it to my boss who wrote back to me, "Don't listen to him." Rock on!
I'm getting to know the office folks, and they are 180 degrees different from the Frick and Frack experience. Two of my office mates toss a nerf football around to release stress, we have wine tastings to make sure it's fit to serve, and we joke constantly. I swear, I'm in the Garden of Eden, coming from Dante's 7th ring of hell!
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