OK, Dear Readers...with the exception of my toiletries, I am packed and ready to go on my week and half long excursion across this great land of ours. Well, across the great midwestern part of this land of ours. I have a car service picking me up at 9:30 and my flight to Chicago leaves LaGuardia at noon. Send your good "leave on time and have a safe flight" vibes all that you can.
Today at work I had my first training session for my new position as assistant to the Executive Assistant. That training mainly consisted of me typing up a letter from dictation. The regular E.A. had already typed it up, so it didn't matter if I accidently erased it or anything. The CEO just wanted to make sure I got used to the low murmuring growl of his voice on tape and he also wanted to know that I could type, spell and effectively make a letter. Well, I was scared to death. The CEO intimidates the hell out of me and I was really nervous because his mumbling is infamous and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to understand him, hence preventing me from getting through the letter. Not to mention he names various people (lawyers, producers, promoters) that I've never heard of, so I have to try to spell their names correctly and guess at some of their genders...
Long story short (too late, right?), I ended up typing up the letter with no problems. And I did it in thirty-five minutes. It took his regular assistant over an hour to do (it was four pages long, after all...), but me? Thirty-five minutes, baby. Everyone was shocked and pleasantly pleased and the only typos in the letter were a couple of the lawyer's names, which he double checks before they're sent out anyway. The nicest part of all of this is, once I actually start doing projects for him, I'll get an extra $10/hr. Woohoo!
Anyway, I should probably take my shower and head to bed...