Perfectionists Don't Exist Long in the Non Profit World

One of my new duties as Executive Assistant is to plan the all-staff In-Service. That means getting food, space and training for 150 people.

It doesn't go flawlessly.

It barely even functions.

But with less than two weeks until In-Service, good enough will have to do.

Perfectionists don't survive long in this world.

Here is the thing about my new job

Kate asked me today if I loved my new job.

I said no.

She asked me if I hated my new job.

I said no. How can you hate anything you don't know.

I don't know what I am doing. I daily hope I don't eff up mad enough to embarrass myself.

Day 2 of the Real World

Still sucks but let me explain....

The girl who had my job before me was also named Nikki...that is niKKi not niKi...so now i am either new niki or niki with one k.

My laptop's default date is 1988.

My air conditioner is broken. It is hot out.

My closet...I mean office is a "challenging" space

Organization was not a priority of "old nikki" neither was dusting, labeled folders or a stocked desk.

Day 1 of the Real World

SUCKS

Postponing real life so I can turn 24 in style

My new boss wanted me to start on Monday the 3rd....which happens to be right before my birthday.

I decided BMO really needed me another week; i was a valuable member of their team that could not just be snatched away from them without a weeks' notice; I was intricate in the training of new temps (how else would they know how to get around BMO's firewall); And I need a good solid week of goodbyes, we love you, we will miss you, please remember us in corporate hell when you are floating in nonprofit heaven.

So i took a week, tied up loose ends, ate out at all those loop lunch places i never got around to going to, and then my birthday rolled around....And then 3 a.m. at Sidetrack smacked me in the face and i was typing in sick around 6 a.m.

I swear I have never called in drun...sick before. Call it one last romp of irresponsible bliss. From now on it is the 9-5 for me.

But let me tell you all, 8 bottle of wine, artichoke dip and 1 dollar drinks on Halsted are never a bad way to celebrate a new year, a new job and the start of the future.