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DE but no I
2024-May-10, Friday 09:21
The thing about a routine is that sometimes I can just let the days pass by and think "What do I have to write about, anyway?" but I do remember that diaries about daily life are most prized by historians because they'll often mention things that "everyone knew" and so no one else wrote down (like, where is the land of Punt?), so here I am. And anyway, that's the whole reason I have a Daily life tag.
The most recent fun incident was at work. A month or so ago, I signed up for a DEI seminar about psychological safety at work. It was fine, they had some good points, everything went well, and they mentioned at the end that they were supposed to email us with further instructions. Well, I got an email thanking me--actually, thanking TRAINEE.FIRST.NAME--for completing it, and nothing. And nothing, and nothing, and eventually I emailed HR and they sent me the email they were supposed to send me a month ago. No other comment. Hilarious after a seminar about belonging and feeling like you are a valuable part of the organization who can safely raise concerns. It reminds me of a speech I went to given by an SVP about leadership, about really connecting with people and giving them your attention and listening to them and then went I ran into her in the hallway later she asked me a couple questions about how I'm doing and...didn't even break her stride as she was walking away. Sure felt like I was given genuine attention!
Right now Laila is out of town visiting her grandparents for a while before her birthday while we prep for ACEN and get the house ready for said birthday. It's somewhat marred by![[instagram.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/profile_icons/instagram.png)
sashagee not feeling well due to all the storms that have been sweeping through. We got a bunch of rain a couple days ago, and sashagee's parents said it rained literally all day yesterday. Today they had a cute picture of Laila helping her grandmother with the gardening, putting soil into a pot after her grandmother had put in the plant. She's such a little helper.
Right now after a cold and grey morning, the sun is finally out. Except I tabbed away from this for ten minutes, came back, and now there's no sun. Chicago weather.
The most recent fun incident was at work. A month or so ago, I signed up for a DEI seminar about psychological safety at work. It was fine, they had some good points, everything went well, and they mentioned at the end that they were supposed to email us with further instructions. Well, I got an email thanking me--actually, thanking TRAINEE.FIRST.NAME--for completing it, and nothing. And nothing, and nothing, and eventually I emailed HR and they sent me the email they were supposed to send me a month ago. No other comment. Hilarious after a seminar about belonging and feeling like you are a valuable part of the organization who can safely raise concerns. It reminds me of a speech I went to given by an SVP about leadership, about really connecting with people and giving them your attention and listening to them and then went I ran into her in the hallway later she asked me a couple questions about how I'm doing and...didn't even break her stride as she was walking away. Sure felt like I was given genuine attention!
Right now Laila is out of town visiting her grandparents for a while before her birthday while we prep for ACEN and get the house ready for said birthday. It's somewhat marred by
sashagee not feeling well due to all the storms that have been sweeping through. We got a bunch of rain a couple days ago, and sashagee's parents said it rained literally all day yesterday. Today they had a cute picture of Laila helping her grandmother with the gardening, putting soil into a pot after her grandmother had put in the plant. She's such a little helper.Right now after a cold and grey morning, the sun is finally out. Except I tabbed away from this for ten minutes, came back, and now there's no sun. Chicago weather.
