{"id":305,"date":"2002-11-18T15:03:33","date_gmt":"2002-11-18T20:03:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/karinajean.com\/wp\/?p=305"},"modified":"2006-08-22T15:05:59","modified_gmt":"2006-08-22T20:05:59","slug":"vegetables-weddings-and-executive-secretaries","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/karinajean.com\/wp\/2002\/11\/vegetables-weddings-and-executive-secretaries\/","title":{"rendered":"Vegetables, Weddings, and Executive Secretaries."},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">I   had a super fantastic weekend full of vacation and no rest.  It was wonderful.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">Thursday   night was a potluck dinner for our CSA (community supported agriculture   group) to which Michelle and I brought dee-vine roasted potatoes.  (We used dill, rosemary, thyme, garlic,   and parsley.  They were so freaking   good.  But I was surprised at how long   they took to cook!)<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">A   word about CSAs:  I think they\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2re   incredible.  You join early in the   year, and pay up front for a vegetable share.  The farmer gets all (or nearly all) of the money at the   beginning of the growing season; theoretically, the debt-cycle that the   typical small farmer in America is in can be broken.  (The debt cycle is where the farmer takes   out a loan at the beginning of the season for equipment, seeds, and operating   costs, and hopes that the harvest will be successful enough to cover the   debt.  This is one of the big reasons   so many farmers went broke during the dust bowl and had to leave their homes   to become migrant workers.)  Around June   you start getting organic and seasonal vegetables.  This is another good thing:    you get organic stuff, which is good for so many reasons I won\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t get   into it, and you get seasonal vegetables, from a local producer.  This saves transportation and storage   energy, and more abstractly, it keeps you in touch with the seasons and   earth-cycles around your neighborhood.    It sounds really crunchy-granola, but I appreciate this so much while   living in NYC.  This spring I didn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t   notice it was nearly summer until I saw that the trees around me had full   loads of leaves in them \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u20ac\u0153 and when we stopped getting so much lettuce and   started getting other summer vegetables.    Our CSA farmer lives about 1\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00bd hours up the Hudson Valley from New York   City.  She has a family farm which she   works with her husband and her children.    She\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s a cool lady with a great attitude towards life.  She pays her kids to work for her, instead   of making them.  She is entirely   supported by her 5 NYC CSAs.  And she   came to our potluck!<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">It\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s   funny when the two of the few things that make me want to stay in NYC are our   great CSA and our snazzo Spanish Harlem apartment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">Then,   my friend Julie from school got married this weekend, and I was in her bridal   party.  So it was a fantastic excuse   to take Friday off \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u20ac\u0153 especially as I have been working so hard and late that   I wasn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t able to run any of my pre-wedding errands last week or the week   before.  I had my lashes dyed and my   eyebrows waxed.  I went to the Museum   of Natural History to buy jewelry for the wedding.  I got a manicure, and immediately messed it up.  I got a pedicure and didn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t hurt it too   much.  And then I headed out for the   parties on Long Island.  And boy, were   there parties.  There was the   rehearsal dinner, which took like 4 hours, and was punctuated by a speech   made by the grooms father that was so long and happy and poignant that it   wore me out.  There was the hair   appointment that lasted for 3 hours (for 7 girls, so not bad, really).  There was trying to make Julie eat   something before she got her makeup done, so she wouldn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t pass out.  And there was the wedding \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u20ac\u0153 it was   beautiful, and I didn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t trip down the aisle or anything.  Me not taking communion wasn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t awkward at   all.  I fit into my bridesmaid dress   despite the month of food and bad eating I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2d done after the fitting.  The reception was magnificent and they   took us in when it was cold and rainy, even though we were 1\u00c3\u201a\u00c2\u00bd  hours early.  And the hors d\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2ovres?    Yum.  The families all know how   to have a great time, with the dancing and kissing and hugging and clapping   and smiling.  It was a really good   weekend.   I felt like I was on   vacation!<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">Then,   today, I got back to work and dove back into Lake Nasty and the impending   document publication.  There are   \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c5\u201ctiger team\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c2\u009d (rowr!) meetings coming up which include the primary authors and   commenting agencies, and I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2m not going to have to go to them.  I have very mixed feelings about   that.  On the one hand, they\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2re mostly   \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c5\u201cthese are how we implemented your comments, is it OK, and by the way, this   other agency said this, just so you know\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c2\u009d meetings.  I don\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t imagine I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2d need to be there, because our editor will   be there, and El Bosso, and the client project manager.  I don\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t need to be there to take notes, or   edit documents, and truth be told I haven\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t actually read every single word   in these reports.  But at the same   time, I feel like I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2m doing all of the work with none of the glory.  It\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s pretty sad when a tiger team meeting   = glory.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">Here\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s   a few of the silly (and irrational) things I thought when I realized I wasn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t   going:<\/span><\/p>\n<ol>\n<li><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\" \/><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\" \/><span \/><!--[endif]--><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">So, well, what\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s my job again?<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">No glory.  (See above   statement regarding glory.)  That\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s   ok.  I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2ll just stay here and format   tables.  I excel at excel!<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">Oh, he just doesn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t want me to go because I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2m no fun to travel to   Albany with, always running off to stay with my family!  It\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s a conspiracy to keep me from my   familial seat!<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\" \/><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">The   thing is, and this is where I get whiny about my job again, I don\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t really   know what my job here is. I didn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t know what it was before, and then the Big   Company bought us, and now I really don\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t know what my job is.  <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">This   is my work timeline:<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">I started just out of college.  I was   regular junior level staff \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u20ac\u0153 El B.\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s private engineer.  I went to project management meetings with   the client every week, and wrote big book reports about potential hazardous   waste sites around Lake Nasty.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">After   working here for a year I started to feel kind of dissatisfied and   bored.  I spoke to El B. and told him   that I needed more responsibility, and also to feel a little bit of   attachment to the project.  So he told   me that he\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2d felt I was his deputy project manager, and that he would give me   more responsibility.  He did, a   little.  I told my mom I was deputy,   and she said I was Deputy Dawg.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">After   working here for two years, I started to feel a little dissatisfied   again.  I felt like this deputy stuff   was platitudes, and really meant \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c5\u201csomeone to drive to Albany with for monthly   project meetings.\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c2\u009d  I got a little upset,   and a little stressed out, and spoke to El B. seriously this time.  He told me there was a big hazardous waste   site that was super nasty and was a continuing source of contamination for   Lake Nasty.  He told me I could manage   that site.  I was so excited!  That was a big deal.  He also said he\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2d need a lot of help from   me to work on the Lake Nasty documents.    And then we zipped into that process, and it\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s been a whirlwind year.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">Except   they cancelled the monthly project meetings. And I didn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t know what was going   on in any other aspects of the project.    And I spoke to El B. about it at about year three, asking what I   should do when people asked me about other aspects of the project that were   going on.  He said he didn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t have the   time to fill me in, and I should call this other person if I wanted to   know.  And that\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s when I started to   distance myself a little from work here.    I am not the deputy.  I never   have been, really, except for maybe a nine month period when the progress   meetings were really useful and comprehensive.  I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2m no less micromanaged than the other people here.  So, now, with no glory and only hard work,   I am not sure what I should do about this job.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoBodyText3\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt\">As   I was compiling the hardcopy of the report and getting it ready for other   people to take to the glamorous meeting this week, I realized that an   executive secretary might do what it is that I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2m doing now.  If I were an executive secretary, I might   take notes at meetings. I might edit excel tables. I might edit text. I might   write stuff for my boss to check and elaborate on.  The only difference would be the salary, and the wardrobe.  If I were an executive secretary I might   make twice what I make now, and I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2d be able to afford the wardrobe.  Rowr!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a super fantastic weekend full of vacation and no rest. It was wonderful. Thursday night was a potluck dinner for our CSA (community supported agriculture group) to which Michelle and I brought dee-vine roasted potatoes. 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