Friday-No Flex Day

      It's under four weeks until our fiscal year closes. There's so many year end clean ups to do, plus the prep for all new changes in July. My program moves to an online application process, no worries paper is still an option, but it's a major transition. I have two new grantee organizations in July to get trained. 

     I finally got the routing of applicants that supposedly met the minimum qualifications, 48, but so many did not and I did a second level screening to get down to 3 strong, 11 good, and 3 more potential interviews. With HR approval, I'll start scheduling for next week. My guess, since the application closed on May 1, no less than 1/3 will no longer be interested. It'll take the rest of June before can offer is made, then they'll need to give notice. I'll be lucky if they start before I'm in leave for my knee. 

     There's a sticky political situation that I'm getting sucked into. I have to do a report to dispel wrong information, change assumptions that have no merit, and present in a way that just states as fact, though can present with interpretation. Some of the data I don't manage, so need to work with a person who's challenging on the best of days. I ticked them off last month when I called out that they had in fact, been part of the discussion that led to a decision; a decision that was blown off by said person. 

     No flex day for me. I haven't had a true Friday off in ages- my vacation week probably back in February. I saw this in my Facebook feed. I'm trying to stay positive, but it's a stretch. I am not working on my day off, but rather taming the wild seas so that my boat has smooth passage. ( Yeah, doesn't really work for me.) When I waffle about retirement dates, weeks like this are a reminder of why I need to keep with the July 2025 plan. Have a good Friday. 




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