Trying to make the most of a slow week at work

Normally, I take this week to rest and recuperate since most clients are OOF anyway and I am a firm believer that it is important to re-charge the batteries.  But I am OOF next week due to timing, so am doing the best I can to be productive this week.  

  • Updated our slide deck and posted it online.  Have been making some suggested changes, which I appreciate — it is nice to get feedback in an attempt to make the info better.  My boss isn’t responding though – I never know if he is going to respond or not.
  • I don’t want to put work aside next week, so made a list of clients I should/could email next week.  There are 92 who I need to check in with, so am going through each one now to add my note to them, then will transfer that to a mail merge that I can copy and paste into emails next week, when people are returning from the holidays.  I am also adding a few prospects who didn’t respond to previous emails so could email again.
  • I am making some calls today.  I reached a couple of people, including one who might have an immediate need.
Trying to make the most of a slow week at work

Am remembering the kind people I met in Nice France, and the euphoria of Bastille Day…

I am not a well traveled American, but I have been two France twice, including Nice, France.  I remember a baker and her daughter were very helpful and kind, and threw in an extra cookie for me.  I also remember the waiter who tried so desperately to help us find a cab back to our ship, and the saintly tour bus driver who chauffered us like a mad man back to our ship before it took off.  I am thinking of the four of them today, and hoping they are okay.

I am also remembering the Bastille Day we spent in Paris a few years ago.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  People were in a euphoric mood, with parades and helpful police and soldiers everywhere.  People sat and drank wine by the Seine.  Then, that night, the incredible once-in-a-lifetime fireworks celebration over the Eiffel Tower.  Remembering the festive mood of that day, it is especially devestating to think similar people were struck down in the midst of their festivities.

I loved the people of France.  They were helpful, kind and friendly.  I am not sure why terrorists are targeting that country.  Why not target the jerks of the world to make a statement?  

Am remembering the kind people I met in Nice France, and the euphoria of Bastille Day…

First 4th of July sans son R

For all of his life, July 4 was my son R’s favorite holiday and he treated it like Christmas day.  This year was the first year where he elected to hang out with friends and didn’t attend July 4 with the family, and July 4 barely registered on his radar.  Wild, how quickly things can change.  We didn’t even light fireworks this year – honestly, July 4 is my least favorite holiday of the year.  Barbecued meat and loud explosion?  Meh.  

First 4th of July sans son R