Punishment of a Vixen
Feb. 5th, 2013 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyThat Mundane Monday meme that's going around:
I got up at 6:40 and fed the cat, then went for a walk. Some mornings I go to the beach, but this time I went north to the racecourse, through a little park area and up a hill to the shop to buy the paper. The hill isn't so bad, but the path doesn't go straight up it; turning and climbing at the same time is a killer. That all took a bit over half an hour.
Back home, I showered, then read the paper while I had a bowl of muesli. After that, I put together a pasta salad for my lunches this week; I cooked the pasta and vegetables Sunday night, so I just had to toss them together and mix up a dressing.
I start work at 9:00. Yesterday was the first day of the new medical term, so I printed copies of finance forms to hand out to the new doctors. The CEO and I drove to the conference centre where the new doctors were having their orientation day. We got halfway there then had to go back to the office because we had both forgotten our official name badges. It wasn't halfway there when we realised, but it was by the time we had discussed whether we should go back for them. Fortunately, it's only a five-minute trip. (We could have walked if we weren't carrying boxes of equipment.) I spent half an hour helping my colleagues with registration, handing out name tags and such. In the last few weeks, I've emailed or spoken to a good many of the new doctors on the phone, so I got to meet them.
The first item of the orientation day was the official introduction. After the CEO's welcome speech, I had to introduce myself and give a short talk about what I do and how I can help them. The new doctors are always attentive to that, because how I can help them is by giving them money. Once that was done, I listened to my colleagues give their introductory speeches, then the CEO and I went back to the office.
I work for a non-profit organisation, and we have to have an audit every year. That happened last week, and I spent the rest of Monday putting together responses to the last few of the auditor's queries. I had to reconcile our annual funding from the state government, making a table showing why I had allocated some as an unexpended grant to be claimed in 2013, and why I had accrued some as expenses for 2012. I also talked with my counterpart in our office on the other side of the state about the audit query she was working on, about our superannuation (that's a self-funded pension) liability at the end of December.
In between doing those things, I: sent the monthly financial reports to be inserted in the board meeting papers, called a couple of companies about invoices they had sent me, talked to another colleague in the other office about some data I need for the annual reports to our funding body, and answered a couple of questions from medical clinics about the payments they get for the new doctors starting there.
I share an office with the educational quality assurance manager, and the CEO is in the next room; the three of us have windows that look out on a mysterious building whose blinds are always kept at a matching height. I think it is some sort of religious-based sheltered accommodation place; the CEO thinks it is a cult. On Monday afternoon I noticed that the woman who runs the place/cult leader was hosing down the footpath; within a couple of minutes the CEO came into my office and said, 'She's out there like David Koresh!' The QA manager is still new-ish, so we had to explain to him about the mysterious building and how the CEO likes to keep an eye on it. QA asked why it was significant that the blinds are all at the same height, and the CEO explained that it was a sign of control freakery that he learnt from watching the Julia Roberts/Kevin Kline film, Sleeping with the Enemy. That led to a discussion about how it was definitely Julia Roberts in that film, but definitely wasn't Kevin Kline, which led to the CEO telling me to look it up as I was the only one at my desk. Then I had to find photos of Patrick Bergin (the actual actor in question) and Kevin Kline so we could discuss whether they look alike or not. We are the three most senior staff in the office.
After work, I drove out of the city to the little town where my mother and her partner live. We had dinner (grilled fish and salad, followed by mango and homemade yoghurt), then I went home to read the mail while being glared at by the cat, water the garden while being followed by the cat, and faff about on the internet while being sat on by the cat. I played the piano, which got rid of the cat because he hates it. When he reappeared, I fed the cat, read for a while, and went to bed about 11pm.
And that, I think, is the very definition of a mundane Monday.
I got up at 6:40 and fed the cat, then went for a walk. Some mornings I go to the beach, but this time I went north to the racecourse, through a little park area and up a hill to the shop to buy the paper. The hill isn't so bad, but the path doesn't go straight up it; turning and climbing at the same time is a killer. That all took a bit over half an hour.
Back home, I showered, then read the paper while I had a bowl of muesli. After that, I put together a pasta salad for my lunches this week; I cooked the pasta and vegetables Sunday night, so I just had to toss them together and mix up a dressing.
I start work at 9:00. Yesterday was the first day of the new medical term, so I printed copies of finance forms to hand out to the new doctors. The CEO and I drove to the conference centre where the new doctors were having their orientation day. We got halfway there then had to go back to the office because we had both forgotten our official name badges. It wasn't halfway there when we realised, but it was by the time we had discussed whether we should go back for them. Fortunately, it's only a five-minute trip. (We could have walked if we weren't carrying boxes of equipment.) I spent half an hour helping my colleagues with registration, handing out name tags and such. In the last few weeks, I've emailed or spoken to a good many of the new doctors on the phone, so I got to meet them.
The first item of the orientation day was the official introduction. After the CEO's welcome speech, I had to introduce myself and give a short talk about what I do and how I can help them. The new doctors are always attentive to that, because how I can help them is by giving them money. Once that was done, I listened to my colleagues give their introductory speeches, then the CEO and I went back to the office.
I work for a non-profit organisation, and we have to have an audit every year. That happened last week, and I spent the rest of Monday putting together responses to the last few of the auditor's queries. I had to reconcile our annual funding from the state government, making a table showing why I had allocated some as an unexpended grant to be claimed in 2013, and why I had accrued some as expenses for 2012. I also talked with my counterpart in our office on the other side of the state about the audit query she was working on, about our superannuation (that's a self-funded pension) liability at the end of December.
In between doing those things, I: sent the monthly financial reports to be inserted in the board meeting papers, called a couple of companies about invoices they had sent me, talked to another colleague in the other office about some data I need for the annual reports to our funding body, and answered a couple of questions from medical clinics about the payments they get for the new doctors starting there.
I share an office with the educational quality assurance manager, and the CEO is in the next room; the three of us have windows that look out on a mysterious building whose blinds are always kept at a matching height. I think it is some sort of religious-based sheltered accommodation place; the CEO thinks it is a cult. On Monday afternoon I noticed that the woman who runs the place/cult leader was hosing down the footpath; within a couple of minutes the CEO came into my office and said, 'She's out there like David Koresh!' The QA manager is still new-ish, so we had to explain to him about the mysterious building and how the CEO likes to keep an eye on it. QA asked why it was significant that the blinds are all at the same height, and the CEO explained that it was a sign of control freakery that he learnt from watching the Julia Roberts/Kevin Kline film, Sleeping with the Enemy. That led to a discussion about how it was definitely Julia Roberts in that film, but definitely wasn't Kevin Kline, which led to the CEO telling me to look it up as I was the only one at my desk. Then I had to find photos of Patrick Bergin (the actual actor in question) and Kevin Kline so we could discuss whether they look alike or not. We are the three most senior staff in the office.
After work, I drove out of the city to the little town where my mother and her partner live. We had dinner (grilled fish and salad, followed by mango and homemade yoghurt), then I went home to read the mail while being glared at by the cat, water the garden while being followed by the cat, and faff about on the internet while being sat on by the cat. I played the piano, which got rid of the cat because he hates it. When he reappeared, I fed the cat, read for a while, and went to bed about 11pm.
And that, I think, is the very definition of a mundane Monday.