My annual performance review comes next week sometime, but I'm not worried.
I say 'sometime' because I've been putting in a lot of hours the past two weeks, helping coordinate a big fundraiser last weekend, and everyone is more or less spent and taking it easy for the next few days.
It's my first performance review, mostly because it's the first time I've been at a job for longer than one year without taking significant time off for things like school and studying abroad.
I'm not worried because yesterday my boss bought me a present and left it in my mailbox. It was a tie, not so much my style of tie as much as it is Initials, but it's still a nice tie, and it came with an awkwardly phrased thank-you note and a giftcard for $20 to a local pizza joint.
I'm not also not worried because I work at a ridiculously well-funded arts non-profit, and the fundraiser I helped orchestrate was a success. The accountant is still typing numbers into her calculator, but it's more a matter of figuring out how much of a success it was.
May's work schedule came a little late this month, because everyone was busy at the fundraiser and things got lost in the shuffle. A copy of my schedule was also in my mailbox, with the extended hours of someone ranked directly above me in the artsy-corporate hierarchy.
I'm all for putting my eggs in one basket normally, and this should be a happy-happy-joy-joy type of post, except for one thing.
I left work a little early on Monday for my great high school love: community theatre. I haven't been in a play since the summer between high school and college, when I decided that drama people are filled with, well, drama and I really don't have the patience for that kind of self-centered fuckery that comes with theatre people.
But it turns out, I'm a Leo, and a friend was able to convince me to try out. And the audition was a success, and this morning I checked my email and found I was offered a fairly substantial role.
Unfortunately, the hours of someone in the position directly above me in the artsy-corporate hierarchy interfere greatly with rehearsal time. Boo.
