Today is my last full day of work, meaning it's the last day I will have to go to both of my jobs in one day. Tomorrow "all" I have is a sure-to-be chaotic field trip, for which we will ferry 65 screaming children to Navy Pier. At least my mom is coming with. Then next week I have two short days at the hospital, which I plan to spend cleaning out my office (and by cleaning I mean absconding with office supplies), deleting all evidence of my copious web activity from the computer, happily handing other people my files, and getting taken out to lunch.
One of the last things I had to do at the hospital was complete a self-evaluation for my boss, a terrible exercise for which I had to balance my perceptions of their perceptions of how I was as an employee with what I know to be reality. (For example, they think I was busy much of the time, I know that really wasn't the case. Same with my punctuality. No one really noticed that I was usually late to work, but that doesn't mean I can be sure that they would say I "consistently exceeded expectations" in that category.) I had to make sure to give myself a good score, but not too good. I'm not too worried-- I know I did a pretty good job, and besides, I'm convinced that my boss thinks I'm great simply because I find her hilarious (I do), and our meetings have always consisted of at least an extra hour of her storytelling. Ahhh...I'll miss this place. But only a little.
It's my last full day of work and the sun is shining!
So, who wants to get a drink with me tonight?
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