I think I mentioned this potential promotion(?)/job change thing a while back. Well, the powers-that-be decided this week was a good one to throw me into the proverbial fire and see how I do with it.
Nevermind that I'm set to start training for the position in a few weeks (read: I have absolutely no clue what the hell to do right now, today, while I'm in said fire). Nevermind that I have little useful information or knowledge pertaining to the project at hand. I'm in.
But, so far, so good. I kind of feel like I've been given a seat on the wing of the plan, but I'm expected to co-pilot. Or, erm, something.
Wait, does it sound like I'm complaining? Oh, no... that won't do. It's good. Somewhat stressful, but good.
My supervisor is out of town, and I have been pulled into this whole deal by his supervisor, our VP. Oh, and his supervisor, the Sr. VP, is in on the project, too. (One more rank, and we're literally at the top of the food chain here.)
Anyway, I'm having to completely fake all this shit. Off the cuff, you know? And hoping I don't totally screw anything before I can get my ass into training and get a little grasp on what the hell I'm supposed to be doing.
That the VP trusts me enough to include me in the meetings is no small vouch for his belief in me, though, so I'm feeling pretty good about it.
Okay, enough disjointed work BS.
I'm heading for The 'Sip today. One of my bestest friends is tying the knot, and I'ma stand up there beside her and smile while she does it. Woo hoo!
Yep, three days in The 'Sip. If anything attests to the fact that I'm owning my Maid of Honor duties, it has to be the two HUGE suitcases standing in front of my door right now. (Don't give me crap about girls always packing too much. I can pack light. Just not this time.)
The wedding is Saturday, and I've been in a kind of weird I-can't-do-it-from-here place with most of the planning process. But I'm giving her a lingerie shower Friday night, so I've been running around like freakin' crazy organizing that. And my overflowing suitcases are the keepers of the party.
Since there isn't much time, I was going to skip out on seeing the fam, but it's Nephew#3's second birthday, and there's a party, so I'ma go surprise everyone with my radiant presence for a few hours before getting the hell out of dodge.
Wish me luck. (With the new 'do, I'ma need it. They aren't the most tactful bunch, and they definitely fear and loathe change.)