Ever have those segments of time when you're so focused on something that everything revolves around it? I'm talking dreams, plans, conversations, work, finances?
Well that's what this job search has turned out to be.
8 days out from my original rotation date (when I return to Monterey from Naples) and it's time to fess up- about 2 months ago in a state of panic, I signed a 3 month extension "blocking" my return to Monterey (in the event that I had not yet found a new job) and thus staying in Naples until the end of August. Not the ideal option, but since it's non-binding and my supervisors were willing to take the risk (that I'd find another job and leave in the mean time) I figured it was worth sticking around a tad longer. This way I could continue the search to get a job I was a tad more interested in rather than being placed in a similar job as the one I left (same pay grade too) back at NPS. Plus with a structure change in our office, the work load was finally picking up again, curbing my boredom when too much "free time" occurs at work. I know you all know what I'm talking about...
So, since signing that extension a few nibbles have turned into substantial bites which means my resume is working in our convoluted system. Of course I also was spotted casting the line into dense populations, praying for a bite, even by a small agency and literally watched them turn up their nose in rejection. Lucky for me, I have a few fabulous friends that just reminded me that every rejection just meant it wasn't where I was meant to be. Few hurt, like the FBI, but I made it to round 2 which is better than in the past.
Where does it all stand right now? I've got something on the line but haven't been able to reel it in just yet which is why so many of my plans are still up in the air, my house is in a state of disarray, and Nico got his passport. What is meant to be will happen; it always does albeit sometimes it's milliseconds before the buzzer sounds and the ball was just launched. In the mean time I continue to work on my least favorite thing- patience.
Every Monday for the past...um 3 weeks I start optimistically with a "this is the week I'll hear from them" and by Friday all hope has faded as I see the clock tick to 10pm out here meaning their work day is also over and find my inbox still empty.
Yeah. It sucks, but knowing that when this all works out it's going to be fabulous seems to get me through the fact that friends who were supposed to leave after me are already have their orders in hand, scheduled their pack outs, and have started everything else when it comes to out processing while I'm renewing all my Naples related documents. Not quite how I thought it was going to play out, but then again it very seldom is.
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Sunday, May 18, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Weekend in Review
Whenever my work day ends at 1800 on a Friday evening...you know some crisis hit just seconds before my normal quitting time. In all honesty, I was only a tad faster than a tortoise getting into the office that morning and when combined with raw sewage spilling out onto one of the decks in the office building, the evacuation didn't allow me to sit at my desk until 9 am. So after some math, I really did not sit at my desk for all that long, but it's just extremely frustrating when issues hit regarding travel so late in the day. Took me back to NPS days...
Luckily I have some of the most fabulous coworkers EVER. Despite the Freaky Friday feeling when I was the one staying late when they got out of there closer to my normal time, we all met up to decompress and laugh away the stress from the week; like friends will do and only coworkers really can when we've all be exposed to the same stuff. All. Week.
And when that's not enough? You're so thankful that the wine tour you signed up for weeks before falls on that weekend, and the large group you were anticipating turns into primarily a group of your friends.
On what started to be a rainy Naples Saturday, the whole 8 of us headed up north towards Benevento on a standard 50 person bus. Yep. Lots of room for wine. And moving between seats as the clouds lift, rain stops, and the sun appears shinning its warm rays down on the green ground.
Trip #2 up to the OCONE winery was just as good as the first time last May. Actually, this time was better as our small group was able to tour learn more about the winery! Our small group quickly took on that of a family appearance as we moved the tables together to make our "head table" to dine at over our ridiculous number of wine tastings. Our tour guide, Aldo, who happens to be a walking encyclopedia once again walked us through the Neapolitan Toast several times so we could kick off the tasting with a proper spumante toast:
And how can you not be in a good mood after a toast with friends? Or sampling all those wines? It was a perfect way to spend the afternoon- buoni cibi, buoni vini, buoni amici! All the boxes that had "KO" scribbled on them didn't hurt either to start getting my wine shipment to resemble a decent collection. And? With the exception of a few bottles from this place, these are "every day" wines which means when I'm missing Italia? Hit the wine stash, raise a glass, and teach my new friends the Neapolitan toast.
Our time with Signore Domenco and his sons was far too short, but the wine and food coma was coming on strong so we didn't fight it too much as we loaded back onto our bus and made the drive back to Naples. Plus the final event of my day- tapas, paella, and karaoke! Yeah, no pictures or videos from that fun night, but rest assured- it was the perfect way to end my day!
Luckily I have some of the most fabulous coworkers EVER. Despite the Freaky Friday feeling when I was the one staying late when they got out of there closer to my normal time, we all met up to decompress and laugh away the stress from the week; like friends will do and only coworkers really can when we've all be exposed to the same stuff. All. Week.
And when that's not enough? You're so thankful that the wine tour you signed up for weeks before falls on that weekend, and the large group you were anticipating turns into primarily a group of your friends.
On what started to be a rainy Naples Saturday, the whole 8 of us headed up north towards Benevento on a standard 50 person bus. Yep. Lots of room for wine. And moving between seats as the clouds lift, rain stops, and the sun appears shinning its warm rays down on the green ground. Trip #2 up to the OCONE winery was just as good as the first time last May. Actually, this time was better as our small group was able to tour learn more about the winery! Our small group quickly took on that of a family appearance as we moved the tables together to make our "head table" to dine at over our ridiculous number of wine tastings. Our tour guide, Aldo, who happens to be a walking encyclopedia once again walked us through the Neapolitan Toast several times so we could kick off the tasting with a proper spumante toast:
(As you raise your glass up)
Aiza aiza aiza
(As you lower your glass down)
Acala acala acala
Acala acala acala
(As you clink glasses with everyone)
Accosta accosta accosta
Accosta accosta accosta
(Everyone raises and holds their glass)
Alla saluta vosta!
Alla saluta vosta!
SALUTA!
And how can you not be in a good mood after a toast with friends? Or sampling all those wines? It was a perfect way to spend the afternoon- buoni cibi, buoni vini, buoni amici! All the boxes that had "KO" scribbled on them didn't hurt either to start getting my wine shipment to resemble a decent collection. And? With the exception of a few bottles from this place, these are "every day" wines which means when I'm missing Italia? Hit the wine stash, raise a glass, and teach my new friends the Neapolitan toast.
Our time with Signore Domenco and his sons was far too short, but the wine and food coma was coming on strong so we didn't fight it too much as we loaded back onto our bus and made the drive back to Naples. Plus the final event of my day- tapas, paella, and karaoke! Yeah, no pictures or videos from that fun night, but rest assured- it was the perfect way to end my day!
Thursday, January 9, 2014
An Open Letter to My DOD Family
Dear DOD Family,
I need help and I know I can count on you!
Eight years ago I accepted a job offer with DON. That's crazy if you ask me but wait! It gets crazier because in less than 5 months (the initial length I thought I'd stay a DON employee) I am willingly leaving my job here in Naples. The really crazy part? I have no idea where I am going.
Hear it loud and clear- It is not my intent to leave DOD as I've enjoyed the challenges too much to walk away now!
For those that have worked with me in the past you know I get things done, even if it's not in my scope of work. I am a multitasking, hard working, incredibly organized worker that knows how to prioritize her tasks. I work well with others, but also on my own. I am a DTS expert through 8 years of using the system at various permission levels.
I understand the government's unique way of business when it comes to money in both appropriated funds and working capital funds. For the last 2.5 years I've added the additional layer of complexity by working overseas while serving as a financial specialist for urgent ship repairs, including those for the 6th Fleet Command Ship. Previous to this job I managed several accounts, working with sponsors to ensure funds were properly planned and executed.
Given this ever changing environment filled with budget cuts nothing is certain, but if your organization is accepting applications from "outsiders" and there is anything in the 0501 (or 034#) series as a GS12 can you let me know? I have the PSC covered from Naples to my new duty station, so that is not a concern. I also have 2 years left on my "overseas clock" and have no problem staying overseas.
Please email me (katieoropeza@gmail.com) if you have any leads. Also, I may be reaching out for new reference so be warned. :) Thanks for looking out for me- especially all my NPS alumni spread throughout the world. And I guess if this is all in vain...can I start making reservations as a couch surfer from when I'm sent back to California at the end of May? After all, I have spent the last few years in Italy, collecting wine and taking cooking classes to add my dishes to my cooking skills. Just saying.
I need help and I know I can count on you!
Eight years ago I accepted a job offer with DON. That's crazy if you ask me but wait! It gets crazier because in less than 5 months (the initial length I thought I'd stay a DON employee) I am willingly leaving my job here in Naples. The really crazy part? I have no idea where I am going.
Hear it loud and clear- It is not my intent to leave DOD as I've enjoyed the challenges too much to walk away now!
For those that have worked with me in the past you know I get things done, even if it's not in my scope of work. I am a multitasking, hard working, incredibly organized worker that knows how to prioritize her tasks. I work well with others, but also on my own. I am a DTS expert through 8 years of using the system at various permission levels.
I understand the government's unique way of business when it comes to money in both appropriated funds and working capital funds. For the last 2.5 years I've added the additional layer of complexity by working overseas while serving as a financial specialist for urgent ship repairs, including those for the 6th Fleet Command Ship. Previous to this job I managed several accounts, working with sponsors to ensure funds were properly planned and executed.
Given this ever changing environment filled with budget cuts nothing is certain, but if your organization is accepting applications from "outsiders" and there is anything in the 0501 (or 034#) series as a GS12 can you let me know? I have the PSC covered from Naples to my new duty station, so that is not a concern. I also have 2 years left on my "overseas clock" and have no problem staying overseas.
Please email me (katieoropeza@gmail.com) if you have any leads. Also, I may be reaching out for new reference so be warned. :) Thanks for looking out for me- especially all my NPS alumni spread throughout the world. And I guess if this is all in vain...can I start making reservations as a couch surfer from when I'm sent back to California at the end of May? After all, I have spent the last few years in Italy, collecting wine and taking cooking classes to add my dishes to my cooking skills. Just saying.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Leap of Faith
I made a big decision yesterday.
And made it official today.
And?
Well, I keep flashing back to my summer spent at Redwood Christian Park (RCP) and one stunt on the ropes course. To my fellow RCPers, do you remember the "Leap of Faith?" I'm sure there was a tie in to trusting God, but let's face it- it was just fun! To this day I still don't know how we scurried up those wooden slats way up that redwood tree and stepped out on to that tiny platform and leaped with all our might to the trapeez bar hanging out in front.
Or you know, be terrified but hear the calls of encouragement from friends 40ft below while you cursed yourself for being the first volunteer. And when you finally picked the one voice you wanted to listen to your feet were suddenly lead and it was impossible to inch forward. Even when all the sweat from your palms should have helped? Okay, maybe it was never that bad but if you've ever jumped off a platform/high dive, out of a plane, or into a shark cage you know there's that pause. The moment when you feel your pulse in your toes. Your racing heart is the only thing you hear. Your stomach feels like a lead ball and a black hole at the same time. Now that I think about it, it's probably my survival instinct saying "Katie. This can go terribly wrong, terribly fast."
And it can.
And it may.
But there are still a few safety nets built into my decision...there always are.
I'm a control freak- remember? Not to mention I used to be a safety officer.
Now that I'm recalling all those summers post ropes course install, the little voice that narrates my flash backs is strongly suggesting that I never actually caught the bar...but it didn't matter. The rope securely attached to my harness was threaded through a simple system and safely on the ground I knew the ropes course folks would make sure I left the trees and eventually make it back to the ground.
My safety net? Well I sure hope I don't have to hit it because with this leap of faith I plan on catching that bar and hanging on for dear life. However, if something goes terribly wrong, I will let that net catch me and when I'm ready to give it another go, I do just that.
So...what's my leap of faith?
Long exhale....
Today I committed to leaving Naples at the end of my 3 year tour.
So what's next?
I have no idea. That's where the faith part comes in. I can't hold onto the tree and still expect to hang from that bar. One must go and I chose to let Naples go. Head out here and we can discuss all my reasons over a bottle of wine, but just trust me when I say this is the right decision...
For now?
And made it official today.
And?
Well, I keep flashing back to my summer spent at Redwood Christian Park (RCP) and one stunt on the ropes course. To my fellow RCPers, do you remember the "Leap of Faith?" I'm sure there was a tie in to trusting God, but let's face it- it was just fun! To this day I still don't know how we scurried up those wooden slats way up that redwood tree and stepped out on to that tiny platform and leaped with all our might to the trapeez bar hanging out in front.
Or you know, be terrified but hear the calls of encouragement from friends 40ft below while you cursed yourself for being the first volunteer. And when you finally picked the one voice you wanted to listen to your feet were suddenly lead and it was impossible to inch forward. Even when all the sweat from your palms should have helped? Okay, maybe it was never that bad but if you've ever jumped off a platform/high dive, out of a plane, or into a shark cage you know there's that pause. The moment when you feel your pulse in your toes. Your racing heart is the only thing you hear. Your stomach feels like a lead ball and a black hole at the same time. Now that I think about it, it's probably my survival instinct saying "Katie. This can go terribly wrong, terribly fast."
And it can.
And it may.
But there are still a few safety nets built into my decision...there always are.
I'm a control freak- remember? Not to mention I used to be a safety officer.
Now that I'm recalling all those summers post ropes course install, the little voice that narrates my flash backs is strongly suggesting that I never actually caught the bar...but it didn't matter. The rope securely attached to my harness was threaded through a simple system and safely on the ground I knew the ropes course folks would make sure I left the trees and eventually make it back to the ground.
My safety net? Well I sure hope I don't have to hit it because with this leap of faith I plan on catching that bar and hanging on for dear life. However, if something goes terribly wrong, I will let that net catch me and when I'm ready to give it another go, I do just that.
So...what's my leap of faith?
Long exhale....
Today I committed to leaving Naples at the end of my 3 year tour.
So what's next?
I have no idea. That's where the faith part comes in. I can't hold onto the tree and still expect to hang from that bar. One must go and I chose to let Naples go. Head out here and we can discuss all my reasons over a bottle of wine, but just trust me when I say this is the right decision...
For now?
- Butterflies are having a war in my tummy. I think the excitement butterflies are conquering the nervous ones that until today have had complete dominance.We'll see how I sleep tonight.
- I continue to search for jobs within the government. Anywhere and everywhere I can.
- I create my Italy Bucket List.
- Nico needs to get ready to travel.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Furlough Contingency Plans
We already went through the drill once this year, however this time with a proposed furlough letter in hand we're moving a tad closer into the genius solution on how to help the budget. Talk about a fabulous way to start your day- right?
Despite my precarious leave (vacation) status the fact that if I want to do any traveling at all for the next 3 months means I'm taking leave without pay or just leaving town on a regularly scheduled furlough (no pay status) day. It's amazing that although the net income is the same (reduction in pay), the difference between the two are huge in my mind.
· Leave without pay means I'm choosing not to come into work today because it is way more valuable for me to avoid my office and not earn 8 hours of pay.
· Furlough means although I really don't want to be in the office, rather than trying to think of an aliment while in bed in the morning to call in sick with, I'm not allowed to go to work and I'm not allowed to collect pay for the 8 hours of originally scheduled work. In short, Uncle Sam made the decision for me.
Luckily, the once proposed 22 days have been reduced to 11. Even luckier is the fact that as an overseas employee my housing is provided for, regardless. This means that I'm forced to see the irony that on most furlough days I will be not only earning money, but I will be spending more money by taking some sort of adventures with my fellow furlough buddies since my time has always been the limiting factor on adventures; not money. Don't worry- I will still be financially responsible (it's possible, even as a government employee, honest) and just in case funds start running low I figure any or all of the options below can put a little extra cash in my wallet:
Babysitting Car washes Sell blood/organs
Bake sale Tour guides Lawsuit against government
Collect unemployment (? but we're not residents of any state)
Clean Houses Rent out Nico Garage sale
Rent cubicle space on furlough day Caddy at golf course
Create tv show spin off of Survivor- "Furlough Frenzy"
Yep. This list grows on our space's white board daily. I think my favorite idea I've had at this point is the Adopt-A-Civilian program where 1 or 2 military members "adopt" a furloughed civilian and their family. In my case, I've asked our CSO if Nico and I can show up at this house once a week for meals in addition to presenting a list of "urgent needs" as a result of 20% pay reduction. Brilliant right?
Friday, January 11, 2013
Disgruntled Government Employee
Maybe it's just that time of year.
That time of year where it seems like I never see day light and as a result my VitD depraved body moves into this funk in which my friends and coworkers can't help but comment on my mood.
Or you know...maybe it's my repsonse to revcieving the email below:
...support in maintaining silence our spaces from 0800 to 1400, also we will close off the kitchen area from 0800 until 1400. Please refrain from loitering in the passageways adjacent to the conference room.
...in combination with the irritation of the frenzy of work around our building. Powerwashing of the entryway. Replacement of lightbulbs (after months of darkness). Additional cleanings scheduled. The repair of broken toliet seats and bathroom door locks.
...the inability of a civilian coworker to sit in the front desk (aka Siberia) althoug it's her job when the normal person isn't here?
...or you know, the bumping of my second training's location.
Why all this disruption in the office?
Oh you know, lots of VIP visitors are in the building and our conference room was selected to be the location where the spouces met and had breakfast.
Does anyone else find this ridiculous?
Courtsey, repsect, cooperations. I get. But the fact that the few hours these individuals are spending in the space triggering all these actions? Last time I checked, only the service member wore the rank...not the spouse. The fact that so many basic repairs- the lights, in the restrooms, the cleaning only happen when something is important occurs sure makes those of us working 40+ hours here in this already deeming space feel lower than the nematodes in the social layers.
Yesterday I was threatening to stop and thank one of the spouses for their visit so that our basic work space repairs were finally addressed. Then again, maybe that's why our open office space, with 60+ work stations, was under the silence mandate today?
Oops. Sorry guys. But you know, last time I checked I didn't wear a uniform!
That time of year where it seems like I never see day light and as a result my VitD depraved body moves into this funk in which my friends and coworkers can't help but comment on my mood.
Or you know...maybe it's my repsonse to revcieving the email below:
...support in maintaining silence our spaces from 0800 to 1400, also we will close off the kitchen area from 0800 until 1400. Please refrain from loitering in the passageways adjacent to the conference room.
...in combination with the irritation of the frenzy of work around our building. Powerwashing of the entryway. Replacement of lightbulbs (after months of darkness). Additional cleanings scheduled. The repair of broken toliet seats and bathroom door locks.
...the inability of a civilian coworker to sit in the front desk (aka Siberia) althoug it's her job when the normal person isn't here?
...or you know, the bumping of my second training's location.
Why all this disruption in the office?
Oh you know, lots of VIP visitors are in the building and our conference room was selected to be the location where the spouces met and had breakfast.
Does anyone else find this ridiculous?
Courtsey, repsect, cooperations. I get. But the fact that the few hours these individuals are spending in the space triggering all these actions? Last time I checked, only the service member wore the rank...not the spouse. The fact that so many basic repairs- the lights, in the restrooms, the cleaning only happen when something is important occurs sure makes those of us working 40+ hours here in this already deeming space feel lower than the nematodes in the social layers.
Yesterday I was threatening to stop and thank one of the spouses for their visit so that our basic work space repairs were finally addressed. Then again, maybe that's why our open office space, with 60+ work stations, was under the silence mandate today?
Oops. Sorry guys. But you know, last time I checked I didn't wear a uniform!
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Don't Question Your Math Skills...
...this is a real time posting and yes, it's 3am. Funny thing is we've been up since 130. And when I say we, I really mean Nico woke me up and now he is the one back in bed sleeping while I'm bloggin'.
At any rate, since my brain is on overload I figured that it's time to brew a pot of coffee and give one of my rambling updates. Keeping up shouldn't be that tough of a challenge, although trying to translate what sleepy Katie is typing may be...
With the change of the weather I'm finding myself needing little sleep. Not sure if that's due to the temp change (I hate sleeping with the AC on), longer days, or just the urgency to get things taken care of before house guests invade. You'd think that with my challenging days at the office followed by the gym and errand running I'd be exhausted by the end of the day...but no. Chalk one up to Italian coffee I guess?
Luckily the 2012 Coach Pitch Baseball season has ended so that's one less thing on my plate. Although I was never able to convince the kids that I really was the head coach (which I was) we had a great season. The only loss we had was the win I wanted the most on my birthday, but what can you do in a league that score isn't actually kept? Actually, near the end of the season I started counting the outs made by each side rather than runs scored to see how they were doing. The kids did an amazing job in improving (and in most cases acquiring) their skill set. Now will I be coaching again? As I told the organizers when collecting the awards for the kids, um ask me in a few months. Told the parents the same thing when they asked if I'll be on the soccer field again this fall.
Things on the work front have been okay. My coworker returned from her 3 month training not too long ago and heads back to the states tomorrow for another week or so. This is the last time she will be gone for a while which is good because I think I'll go crazy if I have to continue this job solo.
And why we're chatting about my job, I need to vent a little frustration. We've been going through a review all this week so I've been sitting in on our interviews about procedures (think MIC you NPS folks), but let me tell you...if I get the Katie is new and has only been here 1 year story one more time I may scream. Yes, it's true I've only been here a year. Yes, it's true that I still don't have a grasp on command history and organization (ha- neither do they at this point of the re-organization). And yes, even some of my day to day stuff still remains a mystery since adequate training has been a challenge with the coworker's TDY schedule in combination with the urgent stuff we deal with.
But c'on.
ONE THIRD of my rotation is completed. Stop making excuses for me because really, I don't think it's justifying things so much as making me look like I can't handle the job.
One last thing on the work front and then I'll change topics- PROMISE!
The Navy did their PRT (Physical Readiness Test) a few weeks back and after a few days of hearing about people's scores or you know, failures as in the case of one horrible shinsplints fiasco, my coworker and I decided to look up what our requirements would be if we were in the Navy. Putting our white board to use we listed the requirements. I don't know all my numbers right now, but I need to do 13 real pushups to even pass. 13. 1-3. As in way more than I can do right now. To get a score of excellent I think I need 37. Ha. Decided I'd rather work on my 1.5 mile time to get it around 11ish minutes to have that bring up my overall score. At any rate, by the end of the day we had everyone in our office goals on the board and even a few others. Test date is at the end of August and as the youngin' of the group (as in there is an age group between me and the next person) I feel I have to learn how to do some serious push ups. Any one have any ideas on how to do this? (I mean, step 1 would be to start working on them.) Oh and yes, for the first time I wished I was 30 so I could get kicked up to the next group, meaning slightly more achievable goals.
Basta con lavoro.
The funny thing is though, I can't think of anything else to write about now.
Oh! There is the ever growing excitement of meeting my siblings in Madrid in just about a week before they head back to Italy with me. Bonus? A few of my NPS professors will also be here that first week! It's so great to see familiar faces from time to time. The activities I have planned are already out numbering the days they will be here so it's time to head to the chopping block and just deal with the fact that I'll need to have other guests head out for some of these other adventures, or just stop being so lazy on the weekends and go out myself.
Alright, one last thing because my alarm is about to go off telling me it's time to wake up to get some ab work in...
PUPPIES. If you're in Italy and want a puppy, let me know. A friend has 7 and is looking to find homes for each of them. I've posted pics on Facebook and even picked out the one I want...if I had a yard. I'd be handing them out left and right if I could but something tells me I shouldn't be giving a puppy to a 9 year old for his birthday...especially when I work with his dad. But believe me, I've tried. I'm using it as a threat now..."Loser of the PRT gets a puppy." "Submit your travel claim tomorrow or you get a puppy." Then again, I'm also using it as encouragement: "I know this job sucks from time to time, but wouldn't a puppy make it better?" To which one coworker responded, "I have a 1 and 3 year old- do you want to trade them for a puppy?" Everyone is a hard sale, but I'm working on my marketing skills.
And that folks is the conclusion of this rambling by Katie. I promise to go do some fun stuff this weekend- wine tasting, beach, and a 10K run with LPN. And yes, the kitties will be back at the end of next week. Yay!
At any rate, since my brain is on overload I figured that it's time to brew a pot of coffee and give one of my rambling updates. Keeping up shouldn't be that tough of a challenge, although trying to translate what sleepy Katie is typing may be...
With the change of the weather I'm finding myself needing little sleep. Not sure if that's due to the temp change (I hate sleeping with the AC on), longer days, or just the urgency to get things taken care of before house guests invade. You'd think that with my challenging days at the office followed by the gym and errand running I'd be exhausted by the end of the day...but no. Chalk one up to Italian coffee I guess?
Luckily the 2012 Coach Pitch Baseball season has ended so that's one less thing on my plate. Although I was never able to convince the kids that I really was the head coach (which I was) we had a great season. The only loss we had was the win I wanted the most on my birthday, but what can you do in a league that score isn't actually kept? Actually, near the end of the season I started counting the outs made by each side rather than runs scored to see how they were doing. The kids did an amazing job in improving (and in most cases acquiring) their skill set. Now will I be coaching again? As I told the organizers when collecting the awards for the kids, um ask me in a few months. Told the parents the same thing when they asked if I'll be on the soccer field again this fall.
Things on the work front have been okay. My coworker returned from her 3 month training not too long ago and heads back to the states tomorrow for another week or so. This is the last time she will be gone for a while which is good because I think I'll go crazy if I have to continue this job solo.
And why we're chatting about my job, I need to vent a little frustration. We've been going through a review all this week so I've been sitting in on our interviews about procedures (think MIC you NPS folks), but let me tell you...if I get the Katie is new and has only been here 1 year story one more time I may scream. Yes, it's true I've only been here a year. Yes, it's true that I still don't have a grasp on command history and organization (ha- neither do they at this point of the re-organization). And yes, even some of my day to day stuff still remains a mystery since adequate training has been a challenge with the coworker's TDY schedule in combination with the urgent stuff we deal with.
But c'on.
ONE THIRD of my rotation is completed. Stop making excuses for me because really, I don't think it's justifying things so much as making me look like I can't handle the job.
One last thing on the work front and then I'll change topics- PROMISE!
The Navy did their PRT (Physical Readiness Test) a few weeks back and after a few days of hearing about people's scores or you know, failures as in the case of one horrible shinsplints fiasco, my coworker and I decided to look up what our requirements would be if we were in the Navy. Putting our white board to use we listed the requirements. I don't know all my numbers right now, but I need to do 13 real pushups to even pass. 13. 1-3. As in way more than I can do right now. To get a score of excellent I think I need 37. Ha. Decided I'd rather work on my 1.5 mile time to get it around 11ish minutes to have that bring up my overall score. At any rate, by the end of the day we had everyone in our office goals on the board and even a few others. Test date is at the end of August and as the youngin' of the group (as in there is an age group between me and the next person) I feel I have to learn how to do some serious push ups. Any one have any ideas on how to do this? (I mean, step 1 would be to start working on them.) Oh and yes, for the first time I wished I was 30 so I could get kicked up to the next group, meaning slightly more achievable goals.
Basta con lavoro.
The funny thing is though, I can't think of anything else to write about now.
Oh! There is the ever growing excitement of meeting my siblings in Madrid in just about a week before they head back to Italy with me. Bonus? A few of my NPS professors will also be here that first week! It's so great to see familiar faces from time to time. The activities I have planned are already out numbering the days they will be here so it's time to head to the chopping block and just deal with the fact that I'll need to have other guests head out for some of these other adventures, or just stop being so lazy on the weekends and go out myself.
Alright, one last thing because my alarm is about to go off telling me it's time to wake up to get some ab work in...
PUPPIES. If you're in Italy and want a puppy, let me know. A friend has 7 and is looking to find homes for each of them. I've posted pics on Facebook and even picked out the one I want...if I had a yard. I'd be handing them out left and right if I could but something tells me I shouldn't be giving a puppy to a 9 year old for his birthday...especially when I work with his dad. But believe me, I've tried. I'm using it as a threat now..."Loser of the PRT gets a puppy." "Submit your travel claim tomorrow or you get a puppy." Then again, I'm also using it as encouragement: "I know this job sucks from time to time, but wouldn't a puppy make it better?" To which one coworker responded, "I have a 1 and 3 year old- do you want to trade them for a puppy?" Everyone is a hard sale, but I'm working on my marketing skills.
And that folks is the conclusion of this rambling by Katie. I promise to go do some fun stuff this weekend- wine tasting, beach, and a 10K run with LPN. And yes, the kitties will be back at the end of next week. Yay!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
All Ashore Going Ashore
This salvage ship was a lot different than the others I've seen to date....don't ask me how but just trust me. I mean, the (lack of) size alone was an indicator. All of the dive gear around the decks was an another indicator I guess. It seems like they have some pretty sweet missions. Best part? They've converted a ton of the berthing which now allows for female passengers. When I asked where to sign up, I was told that I'd need to find a roommate because they can't afford to let me have my own room. So, ladies- any takers?
As we made our way to the engine room, more introductions were made. I find it hilarious that when our port engineer introduces me, everyone always asks if I'm the Katie O. Um yes I am. I'm not sure when the PE started calling me Katie O in all of his emails but he did and now the ships we deal with know me as Katie O. Oh well, I love my name and as I continue to make a name for myself within this organization it will be fun.
After another engine room tour (not nearly as fun as the other ships) and a few more conversations we bid the crew a farewell and left them with recommendations for their shore leave. Well, that is after my picture with another customer since who knows when I would see her again.
Well, turns out that the following Tuesday I'd get permission to head back down to the pier to check the welding work done prior to credit card payment. Hey, my boss realizes that I'm swamped with work (the 100 binders around my desk and taking over my coworkers' spaces sort of give it away) and figured a little sunlight would do me good. We got a few strange looks showing up at the pier when we did, but the gangway was still on place and we got permission to board...so we did for just a few moments.
When we figured it was time to leave, the "All ashore going ashore" warning came over the PA system confirming our suspicion so we made it to shore while we still could. And just like that my chance to head off to somewhere really fun was gone. Then again, it was still early on a Tuesday morning, I told my boss I'd be back by 11, and I was completely inappropriately dressed to go spend time at sea in my pencil skirt and wedge heels...but if I made it up the gangway there was a chance?
Yep you read that correctly. Add wedges to my list of shoes worn on working boats by Katie O.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Qui, là, e in ogni luogo...
Ciao tutti!
I'm warning you know, this is a "here, there, and everywhere" sort of post. I feel like I've been a little too quiet out here. Granted February was a rough month but with the sun shinning longer than the 8 hours I'm stuck underground, my body staying relatively germ free, and less time out there running (I <3 tappering)...there is just no reason to be so quiet.
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This week has been crazy as we move back into our (not so) "new and improved" office space. Somehow although I was on the list to move day 2, here we are coming up on day 4 and I just may finally make the cut. I'm in no hurry to move over there since who knows how long it will take to get my computer and phone up and running again, but by this afternoon I felt like I had almost been left behind. Then again that could be due to our shop of 6 was a mere 3 strong today so seeing another SSU member was pretty difficult to do. Then again, I think I got my miles in walking back and forth between my files and my computer or trying to track someone down.
It's been fun though since everyone is in the same transition state (translation: not very productive as we move in and wait for IT) so I've been chatting with people I normally wouldn't have. Even though I heard the phrase "cruise director" said in my direction, I'd like to think that my interior decorating skills have helped ease the transition into an even smaller office space. Hey, if we're living in super close quarters we gotta stay on speaking terms.
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The ridiculous rental car was returned today but Ravi is still at the shop. Apparently they had him in traction for 2 days to get the frame back to normal...so it's slowing the whole process down. It's not like they didn't know that damage was there as they were the ones who pointed it out to me!
It's a whole insurance mess with $ rates stateside versus me living in Italy. Luckily I have a coworker who doesn't live too far away that can drive me to work the next 2 days. I'm really hoping that Ravi gets returned on Friday afternoon or else it's going to be an interesting weekend.
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Italian III is nearly over. In fact tomorrow we are going to be watching a movie. I have this feeling that I won't know much of what's going on if tonight at the pizzeria is any indication. I have moments where I feel like I can carry on a pretty decent conversation but then when I go try to practice in town I get overwhelmed and revert to gestures or my few key verbs. I know it's in there and I know it's all going to click one of these days. How? Well, I catch myself thinking in Italian. Well, I think it's Italian. I should start writing it down and seeing if it actually translates properly. Uffa! I actually have some homework assignments I need to get done.
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I decided to go for it- I will be coaching baseball. Right now I have a team of nine 8 year old boys and it's still coach pitch so it may somewhat resemble a ball game. My coworker will be co-coaching and we have a few of the same kids from soccer so it should be a fun time. Two of our other coworkers have also offered help running drills if we need it/if we go on travel so it's just going to be the SSU little league team! I figure if I survived coaching soccer, the game I knew nothing more than "no hands", I should be a pro this go around. Best part? The opening day is the weekend after the Rome Marathon, so it will be a perfect transition.
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Yep. We're in a little over a week before the main event....the Rome Marathon. I've officially reached the "just get me to the starting line and look for me about 5 hours later crossing the finish" point. With an attitude like this it really shouldn't be a surprise that I haven't been too faithful the last week on my mid week running. I'll get there. I'm just trying to prevent major stress on my germ exposed body because I'd like to have my full SB strength come race day.
Seriously though, I think I'm more excited about heading up with my training partner and her husband to spend the time in Rome since I really haven't done much of that since arriving in Italy. No doubt about it, a fabulous time will be had and come Sunday afternoon we will have traveled 26.2 miles a piedi.
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And finally, because you know it's not a true rambling session if he's not mentioned- Signore Nico. He still answers better to the crumpling of paper than to his name. He still gives me attitude when I walk through the door, even if it's clear he just woke up from a "nap." He still is obsessed with drowning his toys in water before running them to the couch to bury in the pillows. And his newest habit is to make sure I get up after the alarm goes off but rather than following, he curls up and goes back to sleep. And despite all his faults they are still out numbered by all the entertainment and joy he contributes to our household and I wouldn't trade him for anything.
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There you have it. Proofing it just now reminds me what happens when I do a continuous free write...sort of scary. My apologies for the run on sentences and all the other grammatical errors. (I left all my editors in Monterey!)
I'm warning you know, this is a "here, there, and everywhere" sort of post. I feel like I've been a little too quiet out here. Granted February was a rough month but with the sun shinning longer than the 8 hours I'm stuck underground, my body staying relatively germ free, and less time out there running (I <3 tappering)...there is just no reason to be so quiet.
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This week has been crazy as we move back into our (not so) "new and improved" office space. Somehow although I was on the list to move day 2, here we are coming up on day 4 and I just may finally make the cut. I'm in no hurry to move over there since who knows how long it will take to get my computer and phone up and running again, but by this afternoon I felt like I had almost been left behind. Then again that could be due to our shop of 6 was a mere 3 strong today so seeing another SSU member was pretty difficult to do. Then again, I think I got my miles in walking back and forth between my files and my computer or trying to track someone down.
It's been fun though since everyone is in the same transition state (translation: not very productive as we move in and wait for IT) so I've been chatting with people I normally wouldn't have. Even though I heard the phrase "cruise director" said in my direction, I'd like to think that my interior decorating skills have helped ease the transition into an even smaller office space. Hey, if we're living in super close quarters we gotta stay on speaking terms.
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The ridiculous rental car was returned today but Ravi is still at the shop. Apparently they had him in traction for 2 days to get the frame back to normal...so it's slowing the whole process down. It's not like they didn't know that damage was there as they were the ones who pointed it out to me!
It's a whole insurance mess with $ rates stateside versus me living in Italy. Luckily I have a coworker who doesn't live too far away that can drive me to work the next 2 days. I'm really hoping that Ravi gets returned on Friday afternoon or else it's going to be an interesting weekend.
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Italian III is nearly over. In fact tomorrow we are going to be watching a movie. I have this feeling that I won't know much of what's going on if tonight at the pizzeria is any indication. I have moments where I feel like I can carry on a pretty decent conversation but then when I go try to practice in town I get overwhelmed and revert to gestures or my few key verbs. I know it's in there and I know it's all going to click one of these days. How? Well, I catch myself thinking in Italian. Well, I think it's Italian. I should start writing it down and seeing if it actually translates properly. Uffa! I actually have some homework assignments I need to get done.
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I decided to go for it- I will be coaching baseball. Right now I have a team of nine 8 year old boys and it's still coach pitch so it may somewhat resemble a ball game. My coworker will be co-coaching and we have a few of the same kids from soccer so it should be a fun time. Two of our other coworkers have also offered help running drills if we need it/if we go on travel so it's just going to be the SSU little league team! I figure if I survived coaching soccer, the game I knew nothing more than "no hands", I should be a pro this go around. Best part? The opening day is the weekend after the Rome Marathon, so it will be a perfect transition.
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Yep. We're in a little over a week before the main event....the Rome Marathon. I've officially reached the "just get me to the starting line and look for me about 5 hours later crossing the finish" point. With an attitude like this it really shouldn't be a surprise that I haven't been too faithful the last week on my mid week running. I'll get there. I'm just trying to prevent major stress on my germ exposed body because I'd like to have my full SB strength come race day.
Seriously though, I think I'm more excited about heading up with my training partner and her husband to spend the time in Rome since I really haven't done much of that since arriving in Italy. No doubt about it, a fabulous time will be had and come Sunday afternoon we will have traveled 26.2 miles a piedi.
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And finally, because you know it's not a true rambling session if he's not mentioned- Signore Nico. He still answers better to the crumpling of paper than to his name. He still gives me attitude when I walk through the door, even if it's clear he just woke up from a "nap." He still is obsessed with drowning his toys in water before running them to the couch to bury in the pillows. And his newest habit is to make sure I get up after the alarm goes off but rather than following, he curls up and goes back to sleep. And despite all his faults they are still out numbered by all the entertainment and joy he contributes to our household and I wouldn't trade him for anything.
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There you have it. Proofing it just now reminds me what happens when I do a continuous free write...sort of scary. My apologies for the run on sentences and all the other grammatical errors. (I left all my editors in Monterey!)
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Update Time
August is the Italian national month for vacationing. Despite the lack of posts lately I am choosing to post today to state the obvious: I’m not Italian, nor am I employed by Italians. (I told you- stating the obvious!) So while the beaches are filled with people and towns empty compared to normal- I am working away. And working away I am. We teased on Monday that it was definitely a Monday: urgent documents, errors found (mine- the worst kind), phones ringing, & taking multi-tasking to a level it’s never been. It was the kind of day I went home and next thing I know I was waking up. Oops- got to love the unexpected nap.
Over all, things are still great. Sure the minor hiccups here and there continue to occur, but for the most part they’ve been easy to resolve or I quickly forget about them. Unfortunately this latest hiccup does not fall in that same category. This hiccup is already beginning to look like it may be the kind that you can’t get rid and is so disruptive it’s almost painful. What is it? Oh a little thing called housing.
For those of you who haven’t heard- I put a hold on the “split-level” place in Monte di Procida last week. After dealing with the housing office from hell over the phone I finally made an appearance. Roberto recognized me and gave me an are you kidding look when I told him it took me 2 months to find a place. (Hey- I was gone 2 of those weeks!) In true Italian fashion, we spent more time talking about non housing items than the 2 minutes it took to call Enzo to see when he was dropping off the paperwork for the place. You see, they need the paperwork in check before they can make an appointment. This appointment is for the housing office, the owner and you to enter into pre-contract agreement. My appointment is scheduled for the 9th.
Not too bad right? Appointments although annoying are at least are a mark of progress.
Well here’s how my August calendar is looking:
9 Aug: Pre-contract Meeting
TBD: Inspection of unit (I’m hoping it too happens next week)
TBD: Any modifications/changes made (praying that it doesn’t require any)
TBD: Contract signing
TBD: +3-5 days for utility activation
TBD: Move in
26 Aug: “Eviction Day” from the Navy Lodge (AKA 90 day mark of being in Italy)
(Why do I feel like this information could be turned into a problem for Operations Management?)
And although I’m trying ever so hard to be optimistic about getting in this place before the deadline I’m being realistic and preparing for the worse. Seriously- as I told someone the other night- it’s dealing with the US Government and Italians. As if that’s not already a slow process, add the fact that it’s their vacation month so most offices (housing included) are all running on a skeleton staff.
So yeah, trying not to get my hopes too high and telling myself that this house was worth the two month search so a few nights transition won’t be too bad…as long as it’s only a few nights. It’s times like this when I wish I had Tracy’s spare bedroom (complete with meowing cat at 0500), Andie’s chair with Lady taking way more than her fair share, or even my parents’ spare room to once again host the Traveling Katie Show.
Again, trying not to let it get to me too much, but I think it’s the root cause of my “offness” this week. Luckily I have a few avenues to explore but it’s hard to ask people for help when I don’t even know the basic information. Worse case my stuff will be moved in and I’ll be “camping” while I wait for my other stuff to move from storage to mia casa dolce casa.
In summary:
- I’m getting tired of this transition phase lifestyle...I’m tapping out at 90 days.
- I’m learning first hand about Italian time...it’s a slow process filled with lots of caffé breaks.
- I love Italy and don’t want to go home any time soon...but I would love it a whole lot more if I too could take the month of August off.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A Day Has 24 Hours, So I'll Use 20.
Yesterday was hands down my longest day yet- 20ish hours? It was all planned though, so I knew I'd be leaving work to house hunt, then going to a wine class which put me home rather late. So what did I do? In one of my genius moments I decided to go wake up at 0400 for a run. (Yeah, it is sad when the gym opening at 0500 doesn't work with my schedule.) At any rate, it was quiet- very quiet here at the hotel. I'm pretty sure the desk clerk was in shock when he saw someone walking out of the elevator (mainly because I hope it wasn't the "I just rolled out of bed and threw my neon green top on" look I was sporting).
As I ran around the base I couldn't help but think even more about how this place resembles a prison. I was running and then it would hit a fence so I turned. Don't believe me? There are also cameras, guards, MPs, and perhaps the creepiest yellow lights ever complete the prison setting. The 2 things that made me laugh and keep running were a friendly orange tabby cat who forced me to multi-task while stretching and the speed/radar detector that clocked me at 10mph. Nope- I don't run that fast!
Heading back into the lobby I was thrilled to not see the desk clerk, but on the way up to my floor the elevator stopped to pick up a middle aged shirtless man who felt the need to talk to me. Just when I thought the doors would release me to dash to my room, the doors opened and there was the desk clerk. The poor guy! Very few should see me post workout (those of you who have seen me totally know what I'm talking about). Don't believe me? Just keep reading...
Downed coffee, checked FB, got ready for work and headed back down to catch the shuttle- looking human. How human? Same guy was at the desk and as soon as he saw me, "a new girl" came out of his mouth. Glad to know my transformation is significant.
Work days are once again turning into full 8 hours, but now that I have access to many of the systems it's keeping me busy and the hours are (mostly) passing by. My DTS knowledge is becoming known which I was hoping to keep a secret but you know me- always helping out when I can. It's actually letting me socialize with the other office more so it's win-win. The other system is tricky, but for those of you who know KFS....FMS is better. Well, I think so. Talk to me after my week long training next month!
Okay, let's turn our attention to more exciting things like house hunting! I met the unofficial mayor of Monte Di Procida (monte di proshida when I'm trying to remember how to say it or MdP when I'm lazy)- Enzo! If you think of your stereotypical, middle age, Italian man, you have Enzo. He's definitely connected and had no issue telling me how he is really good friends with the actor shot kills Tony Soprano at the end of the series. He's even offered to have me meet this guy next time he's in town so I can get a picture with him. We also drove by the house they used as the Soprano's house, but since I didn't watch the show it's hard to really know! It's so hard to censor my remarks and sarcasm when I'm caught off guard with conversations like this.
At any rate, he's lived up to all referrals by various people and he showed me three beautiful apartments on our tour. He too lives in this town (in a building his great-grandfather built) and was actually born there. I was learning all about the history of this adorable town. Best part? They have trash pick up 6 days a week (paper, glass, plastic, metal, trash, etc. each have a special day) and they are repaving the roads. Yeah, totally worth the drive and I haven't even mentioned the beach or views!
Okay, on with our tour. As soon as we headed up the hill, we took another hill up an itty bitty alley way. I had no idea if we were on our way to the house or just taking a back road. Turns out we were headed to the end of this alley to see the house with a beautiful kitchen. Here's the mini tour:
Va bene! One more for today's tour...
As I ran around the base I couldn't help but think even more about how this place resembles a prison. I was running and then it would hit a fence so I turned. Don't believe me? There are also cameras, guards, MPs, and perhaps the creepiest yellow lights ever complete the prison setting. The 2 things that made me laugh and keep running were a friendly orange tabby cat who forced me to multi-task while stretching and the speed/radar detector that clocked me at 10mph. Nope- I don't run that fast!
Heading back into the lobby I was thrilled to not see the desk clerk, but on the way up to my floor the elevator stopped to pick up a middle aged shirtless man who felt the need to talk to me. Just when I thought the doors would release me to dash to my room, the doors opened and there was the desk clerk. The poor guy! Very few should see me post workout (those of you who have seen me totally know what I'm talking about). Don't believe me? Just keep reading...
Downed coffee, checked FB, got ready for work and headed back down to catch the shuttle- looking human. How human? Same guy was at the desk and as soon as he saw me, "a new girl" came out of his mouth. Glad to know my transformation is significant.
Work days are once again turning into full 8 hours, but now that I have access to many of the systems it's keeping me busy and the hours are (mostly) passing by. My DTS knowledge is becoming known which I was hoping to keep a secret but you know me- always helping out when I can. It's actually letting me socialize with the other office more so it's win-win. The other system is tricky, but for those of you who know KFS....FMS is better. Well, I think so. Talk to me after my week long training next month!
Okay, let's turn our attention to more exciting things like house hunting! I met the unofficial mayor of Monte Di Procida (monte di proshida when I'm trying to remember how to say it or MdP when I'm lazy)- Enzo! If you think of your stereotypical, middle age, Italian man, you have Enzo. He's definitely connected and had no issue telling me how he is really good friends with the actor shot kills Tony Soprano at the end of the series. He's even offered to have me meet this guy next time he's in town so I can get a picture with him. We also drove by the house they used as the Soprano's house, but since I didn't watch the show it's hard to really know! It's so hard to censor my remarks and sarcasm when I'm caught off guard with conversations like this.
At any rate, he's lived up to all referrals by various people and he showed me three beautiful apartments on our tour. He too lives in this town (in a building his great-grandfather built) and was actually born there. I was learning all about the history of this adorable town. Best part? They have trash pick up 6 days a week (paper, glass, plastic, metal, trash, etc. each have a special day) and they are repaving the roads. Yeah, totally worth the drive and I haven't even mentioned the beach or views!
Okay, on with our tour. As soon as we headed up the hill, we took another hill up an itty bitty alley way. I had no idea if we were on our way to the house or just taking a back road. Turns out we were headed to the end of this alley to see the house with a beautiful kitchen. Here's the mini tour:
Pros: Better kitchen than I've ever had in the states, walk in closet, built in closet, fabulous view, landlords live upstairs (bonus- they speak English)
Cons: Small living space (not sure if my couch will work), "3rd room" is really the loft about kitchen/living room (totally do-able for my craft room/office)
Notes: This was originally part of their house so when they did all the upgrades it was for them. Translation, it's a lot nicer than some of the other things I've seen. The guest room is the room with the stairs with storage with the intention of the bed going in that loft area. The hall way is ridiculously large so I may just play bocce ball there.
Va bene! Let's go see the next place. (Queue Portuguese music that Enzo will start dancing to while driving...)
Pros: Located 3 minutes away from a bus stop, garage parking, huge living room and open kitchen, large patio, mini vineyard outside master bed room, 3 real rooms, vanity in one bathroom
Cons: View obstructed by vegetation, Americans live next door, freaking huge hallway- room for a bowling alley, nothing too exciting architecturally
Notes: Garage parking and gated driveway, cute kitty, landlords on site, location was fabulous, 2 extra rooms were decent, no great view, no common storage, large laundry area
Pros: Stunning view, excellent location, it's all new, walk in master closet, large living space, lots of windows in kitchen, patio, beautiful tiles
Cons: Tiny "guest rooms", laundry in hallway, closets for one room also in hallway, very modern looking, stone wall in living room, theme-y overboard bathrooms
Notes: This apartment was in an old wine storage building, a block up from Stappo, all new (if the lack of finished kitchen doesn't indicate that), the view was amazing but that's a whole lot of glass that the sun was shinning through in the middle of the afternoon (west exposure)
So there you have it. You've seen all of my housing options (more or less)- what's your vote? Seriously, I've never picked my own place before and I'm scared I'm rushing into this because of my TDY next month but I really do need to start the paperwork. Okay, maybe I'm just scared of saying yes to one of these and then realize there's something better out there...feedback please!
There are two that I keep thinking about how my furniture would work and how I would make it all work. I definitely am sold on MdP because I've been told by people making the drive for years it's not too bad and totally worth it. I've already met some of the town (driving in Enzo is immediate star status) plus this place Stappo is their local wine place/hangout. Still not sure, but now that I've added them on Facebook and know several of their wine class folks I'm sure it's going to be a stop when guests are in town.
Oh, I've also been educated on Enzo's favorite Italian jazz singer and unfortunately I can't recall it at all...I'm sure if I work with Enzo to secure a house I'll be listening to more of his jazz collection and Enzo's singing. Benissimo!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Somewhere Between a Manic & Mundane Monday
I don't want to sound too confident because I feel like that's when things fall apart but...my new life is quickly coming together! No, I haven't found a place to live, my things aren't here, I still don't have my Italian driver's license, but those are all just a few things on my To-Do List.
I do have my new CAC, rations card (yeah, they ration certain things), and access to my work computer/email! Of course none of these things came easily, but I figured things out...eventually...and they are now crossed off my list.
ID Card: I think this is last picture I will need to take for a while. I think that's a good thing. Since all of the pictures are on documents that get seen regularly I won't be able to escape them so I may as well share. Please note the gradual transition from left to right of me looking a tad more human? Oh and why we're at it...the far right my ID pic was described as "cute" by the girl who took it. She never showed it to me prior to printing the card AND knew my only requirement was to look better than my previous one. Oh the people we put in charge of important things...
Rations Card: They limit hard liquor, tobacco, and coffee! Which one am I saddest about? Coffee. (Coffee>>Vodka any day of the week.) Luckily I can still get plenty out in town :)
The Login Adventure: Everything runs off our IDs here so until the new one was issued I couldn't do anything. Once I spent some time talking with the Help Desk things were set up. Any guesses on how many emails I had? Keep in mind this email account was set up while I was still in Monterey in hopes I'd have access upon arrival. (I've been here 2 weeks). Quarantsette...make that 48 since my coworker sent one as soon as Outlook was opened. I've been copied on so many emails it was crazy- especially since I only knew what 1 of the 3 forms that kept showing up.
Best part? After lunch someone came in to talk about what he had sent. I had to tell him that I saw it, but since it was my first day actually having access I knew nothing about the procedures. Yep. I hate not being able to help but that's all going to start changing tomorrow. Luckily my follow up answer of "the expert will be back tomorrow" assured him that it would be taken care of then. Phew.
Such goes the life of a newbie in the office. I haven't been the newbie in so long I forget how slow the start up process can be. Luckily a lot of my knowledge from the old jobs will be of huge help getting up to speed...once my training really starts.
Shortly after that chat, my 5th training module (for DTS) decided to break my computer. Well, I thought it was the website but turns out a server was down. I of course learned this when calling the Help Desk in regards to why my phone couldn't call the local DSN number for the housing office and they had a recording regarding the server...
My solution? I called it a day. Hey, it was just a few minutes early and it allowed me to catch the shuttle back and the director fully supported my decision.
The real highlight of the day was meeting more people. Today's friend was recommended by the fabulous OG after the two of them had met in Hawaii a while back. He just returned from weeks out of Italy and while he caught up with his friends- so there were lots of introductions. I've got to say...I'm so impressed with how willing everyone is to help with any questions or issues I'm having. I don't think I've ever experienced something quite like this. Then again, at one point or another they all went through this process as well and know what it's like. So Joe- I'll be an expert by the time you and the family decide to call this place home!
So there you have it- it wasn't a manic Monday but it sure wasn't mundane!
I do have my new CAC, rations card (yeah, they ration certain things), and access to my work computer/email! Of course none of these things came easily, but I figured things out...eventually...and they are now crossed off my list.
ID Card: I think this is last picture I will need to take for a while. I think that's a good thing. Since all of the pictures are on documents that get seen regularly I won't be able to escape them so I may as well share. Please note the gradual transition from left to right of me looking a tad more human? Oh and why we're at it...the far right my ID pic was described as "cute" by the girl who took it. She never showed it to me prior to printing the card AND knew my only requirement was to look better than my previous one. Oh the people we put in charge of important things...
Rations Card: They limit hard liquor, tobacco, and coffee! Which one am I saddest about? Coffee. (Coffee>>Vodka any day of the week.) Luckily I can still get plenty out in town :)
The Login Adventure: Everything runs off our IDs here so until the new one was issued I couldn't do anything. Once I spent some time talking with the Help Desk things were set up. Any guesses on how many emails I had? Keep in mind this email account was set up while I was still in Monterey in hopes I'd have access upon arrival. (I've been here 2 weeks). Quarantsette...make that 48 since my coworker sent one as soon as Outlook was opened. I've been copied on so many emails it was crazy- especially since I only knew what 1 of the 3 forms that kept showing up.
Best part? After lunch someone came in to talk about what he had sent. I had to tell him that I saw it, but since it was my first day actually having access I knew nothing about the procedures. Yep. I hate not being able to help but that's all going to start changing tomorrow. Luckily my follow up answer of "the expert will be back tomorrow" assured him that it would be taken care of then. Phew.
Such goes the life of a newbie in the office. I haven't been the newbie in so long I forget how slow the start up process can be. Luckily a lot of my knowledge from the old jobs will be of huge help getting up to speed...once my training really starts.
Shortly after that chat, my 5th training module (for DTS) decided to break my computer. Well, I thought it was the website but turns out a server was down. I of course learned this when calling the Help Desk in regards to why my phone couldn't call the local DSN number for the housing office and they had a recording regarding the server...
My solution? I called it a day. Hey, it was just a few minutes early and it allowed me to catch the shuttle back and the director fully supported my decision.
The real highlight of the day was meeting more people. Today's friend was recommended by the fabulous OG after the two of them had met in Hawaii a while back. He just returned from weeks out of Italy and while he caught up with his friends- so there were lots of introductions. I've got to say...I'm so impressed with how willing everyone is to help with any questions or issues I'm having. I don't think I've ever experienced something quite like this. Then again, at one point or another they all went through this process as well and know what it's like. So Joe- I'll be an expert by the time you and the family decide to call this place home!
So there you have it- it wasn't a manic Monday but it sure wasn't mundane!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Polizia, Immigrations, & Finger Prints
"Riccioluto" was the first word out of his mouth as he spun his hand by his head.
Is he calling me crazy? What did I do to make him think that?
"Is that your husband?" were the next words as he pointed to my director who I'm pretty sure has a daughter about my age. When I smiled and said "no" (rather quickly) he was reassured and began to ink my hands for printing.
And this my friends is my first (and I hope only) encounter with the Italian police.
No, I didn't do anything. It's part of our paperwork process, our green card equivalent if you will. (US Immigrations green card, not NPS green card!) The plain clothes officer was telling me that my hair was really curly and then swore I was Greek. Hey, if I can fool police officers I think I can pretty much pull off any nationality I want. I love the fact that when they see my last name on paper they always look a second time, even when they have copies of my passport, ID, and another set of pictures. (I guess another thing that won't change until my last name does?)
Today was our last day of Area Orientation and it was boring. We started on the base that I work on. After having all our forms processed in one place, we headed over to get our prints done. A re-occurring theme of this week is "hurry up and wait." By this point of the orientation we were teasing that it's our forced exposure to the Italian culture and that schedules are flexible. I actually used some of these waiting times to go deal with other HR paperwork. I am officially in the system and able to get my new ID card but decided to wait until Monday. Why? I don't think I can deal with another bad ID picture that even more people will see than my old one for the next 3+ years. (Those of you who saw my last one totally know what I'm talking about- right? I want to look like the picture on my ID.) Yep, I caught some flack from my director and the other guy that was privy to this conversation but I'm standing by my decision.
The rest of the day was eh. Got out to the 3rd base where NATO (Never At The Office) is located did a quick walk around but not much out there. Also headed up to Carney Park which is beautiful. The entire park: rec fields, pool, play grounds, golf course, cabins, trails are all within an extinct volcano. It's very green up that way and I'm sure before too long I'll be spending time up there...if only for the fitness yurt! Yes. I did say yurt.
Tomorrow is the final day of orientation, but it's Intercultural Relations Pt II. We're going to spend the day in Naples and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm not so thrilled that it's supposed to be 80 degrees and we're going to be walking around everywhere but it's all part of living in Naples so it's time to get adjusted!
Is he calling me crazy? What did I do to make him think that?
"Is that your husband?" were the next words as he pointed to my director who I'm pretty sure has a daughter about my age. When I smiled and said "no" (rather quickly) he was reassured and began to ink my hands for printing.
And this my friends is my first (and I hope only) encounter with the Italian police.
No, I didn't do anything. It's part of our paperwork process, our green card equivalent if you will. (US Immigrations green card, not NPS green card!) The plain clothes officer was telling me that my hair was really curly and then swore I was Greek. Hey, if I can fool police officers I think I can pretty much pull off any nationality I want. I love the fact that when they see my last name on paper they always look a second time, even when they have copies of my passport, ID, and another set of pictures. (I guess another thing that won't change until my last name does?)
Today was our last day of Area Orientation and it was boring. We started on the base that I work on. After having all our forms processed in one place, we headed over to get our prints done. A re-occurring theme of this week is "hurry up and wait." By this point of the orientation we were teasing that it's our forced exposure to the Italian culture and that schedules are flexible. I actually used some of these waiting times to go deal with other HR paperwork. I am officially in the system and able to get my new ID card but decided to wait until Monday. Why? I don't think I can deal with another bad ID picture that even more people will see than my old one for the next 3+ years. (Those of you who saw my last one totally know what I'm talking about- right? I want to look like the picture on my ID.) Yep, I caught some flack from my director and the other guy that was privy to this conversation but I'm standing by my decision.
The rest of the day was eh. Got out to the 3rd base where NATO (Never At The Office) is located did a quick walk around but not much out there. Also headed up to Carney Park which is beautiful. The entire park: rec fields, pool, play grounds, golf course, cabins, trails are all within an extinct volcano. It's very green up that way and I'm sure before too long I'll be spending time up there...if only for the fitness yurt! Yes. I did say yurt.
Tomorrow is the final day of orientation, but it's Intercultural Relations Pt II. We're going to spend the day in Naples and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm not so thrilled that it's supposed to be 80 degrees and we're going to be walking around everywhere but it's all part of living in Naples so it's time to get adjusted!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
"You left Monterey?!"
One day down....365*3 - 1 to go.
No, it really wasn't that bad but nothing like starting from scratch at a new place. This post may be a little disjointed because I'm trying to figure out where my last 9 hours went since I didn't spend them sleeping in my bed.
New Job Jitters
Last night the new job jitters got the best of me and even after taking some meds to help sleep, I was well rested and ready to go at 0030...as in I took the best 2 hour power nap ever. So after tossing, turning, dozing for 50 minute stretches my alarm went off and I was thrilled. Got ready in no time, even chatted some with friends back home before meeting the other person who interviewed me downstairs and we drove into work together. If you ever thought I was a morning person...wow oh wow, she puts a whole new meaning to the phrase. I think is was mostly due the fact that she's leaving this week but it was a tad too much for me in this zombie like state.
No Army man will find me now...
My new second home looks a lot more like a college campus than NPS with its yellow buildings, parking garage and open cobble stone paths. The sound of planes coming and going also reminded me of NPS since the airport is our immediate neighbor. After walking through one of the courtyards, we came across a rather official looking building with no windows. Before I even realized what was happening we were going inside this building. Yep. I gave up my beautiful window (with fabulous view) for a shared office with no windows. Only time will tell if it the experience gained will be worth the trade, but today something within me died as the 3490342nd door closed behind us and we were finally in our office. Okay, so there aren't that many doors but I assure you there are several all requiring my badge to be scanned and pin entered. Which raises one of my major concerns....how are my Army men supposed to find me if I'm being kept locked up in a basement?!?!?!
The Meet & Greets
First day on the job means 2 things: a bunch of people are going to be introduced to you and you get to answer a ton of questions. I sure can't tell you the names of who I met today, but I know I met the engineer, director, lawyer, POA guy, and then a whole other office. It's bad when I remember the other office because 3 (if not 4) all told me how wonderful Monterey was and at one point or another had been to NPS for either a degree or conference. One guy even told me that he is really good friends with John Pisto and then asked what did I do to make me leave Monterey for Naples? Eek. Not what I want to hear this early on in the tour. This office also had some serious uniforms going on but they all looked they were 15 and yet somehow married? Yeah, I still get the "are you married" question from just about everyone I meet which I guess is a little better than the "did your husband get a job in Naples?" which was asked way too many times when I told everyone I was moving.
And then there is insurance, housing, and more touring...
After coming out of the dungeon and realizing that there really was a beautiful day happening on the other side of the walls, the tours continued. Mind you after sitting in a cool office, left alone for a while I was fighting off the urge to pass out in between yawns and did all I could to pay attention to the information being given to me. After a super short drive back to my hotel the tour continued with meeting the auto insurance lady...who basically told me buy a "beater" for my day to day commute and leave Ravi in the garage for weekend and longer distances. (Dad-I'll be calling you about this one soon).
The last stop on our tour was the housing office....where once again I sat and waited so long that by the time I met with someone I could barely string 4 words together. After searching the database (which really has no structure other than region and # of rooms) I found 4 places that seemed reasonable and I'm checking them out tomorrow. Yes, no worries- these places have spare rooms but there won't be any moving until my car gets here...or I buy another one?
Today in a nutshell was the beginning of putting together the pieces of normal I was in dire need of yesterday but that doesn't mean this process is not overwhelming. The little part of my job that I saw today won't be tough at all- especially since my coworker is extremely organized in a way not too far off from my own and for the most part I have some experience with most of this. The lack of people my age that I'll be interacting with daily is my major concern so I guess it's time to start contacting all those people that you all know out here and creating a social network of real people because coming home and looking into this computer screen isn't the life for me.
For now I'm off to the gym. I asked and received this morning's workout and although I'm about 13 hours after my normal workout time, I need to go pound the pavement and throw some weight around in hope of getting a good nights sleep.
No, it really wasn't that bad but nothing like starting from scratch at a new place. This post may be a little disjointed because I'm trying to figure out where my last 9 hours went since I didn't spend them sleeping in my bed.
New Job Jitters
Last night the new job jitters got the best of me and even after taking some meds to help sleep, I was well rested and ready to go at 0030...as in I took the best 2 hour power nap ever. So after tossing, turning, dozing for 50 minute stretches my alarm went off and I was thrilled. Got ready in no time, even chatted some with friends back home before meeting the other person who interviewed me downstairs and we drove into work together. If you ever thought I was a morning person...wow oh wow, she puts a whole new meaning to the phrase. I think is was mostly due the fact that she's leaving this week but it was a tad too much for me in this zombie like state.
No Army man will find me now...
My new second home looks a lot more like a college campus than NPS with its yellow buildings, parking garage and open cobble stone paths. The sound of planes coming and going also reminded me of NPS since the airport is our immediate neighbor. After walking through one of the courtyards, we came across a rather official looking building with no windows. Before I even realized what was happening we were going inside this building. Yep. I gave up my beautiful window (with fabulous view) for a shared office with no windows. Only time will tell if it the experience gained will be worth the trade, but today something within me died as the 3490342nd door closed behind us and we were finally in our office. Okay, so there aren't that many doors but I assure you there are several all requiring my badge to be scanned and pin entered. Which raises one of my major concerns....how are my Army men supposed to find me if I'm being kept locked up in a basement?!?!?!
The Meet & Greets
First day on the job means 2 things: a bunch of people are going to be introduced to you and you get to answer a ton of questions. I sure can't tell you the names of who I met today, but I know I met the engineer, director, lawyer, POA guy, and then a whole other office. It's bad when I remember the other office because 3 (if not 4) all told me how wonderful Monterey was and at one point or another had been to NPS for either a degree or conference. One guy even told me that he is really good friends with John Pisto and then asked what did I do to make me leave Monterey for Naples? Eek. Not what I want to hear this early on in the tour. This office also had some serious uniforms going on but they all looked they were 15 and yet somehow married? Yeah, I still get the "are you married" question from just about everyone I meet which I guess is a little better than the "did your husband get a job in Naples?" which was asked way too many times when I told everyone I was moving.
And then there is insurance, housing, and more touring...
After coming out of the dungeon and realizing that there really was a beautiful day happening on the other side of the walls, the tours continued. Mind you after sitting in a cool office, left alone for a while I was fighting off the urge to pass out in between yawns and did all I could to pay attention to the information being given to me. After a super short drive back to my hotel the tour continued with meeting the auto insurance lady...who basically told me buy a "beater" for my day to day commute and leave Ravi in the garage for weekend and longer distances. (Dad-I'll be calling you about this one soon).
The last stop on our tour was the housing office....where once again I sat and waited so long that by the time I met with someone I could barely string 4 words together. After searching the database (which really has no structure other than region and # of rooms) I found 4 places that seemed reasonable and I'm checking them out tomorrow. Yes, no worries- these places have spare rooms but there won't be any moving until my car gets here...or I buy another one?
Today in a nutshell was the beginning of putting together the pieces of normal I was in dire need of yesterday but that doesn't mean this process is not overwhelming. The little part of my job that I saw today won't be tough at all- especially since my coworker is extremely organized in a way not too far off from my own and for the most part I have some experience with most of this. The lack of people my age that I'll be interacting with daily is my major concern so I guess it's time to start contacting all those people that you all know out here and creating a social network of real people because coming home and looking into this computer screen isn't the life for me.
For now I'm off to the gym. I asked and received this morning's workout and although I'm about 13 hours after my normal workout time, I need to go pound the pavement and throw some weight around in hope of getting a good nights sleep.
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