Today we got these “emergency notification” forms that we have to fill out so the company knows who to call “in case of my sudden illness, injury, death, or other personal emergency.” I hate these. I never know whom to put. My grandmother? She lives in Baltimore and is my closest relative. My parents? They live in Oregon, and one of the three slots is specifically for someone out of state. My roommates? Isn’t that weird? Shouldn’t it be a relative? My aunt? She lives a bit away, but she’d probably be able to get here faster than my grandmother would. These people need to take into account us single folks with no relatives nearby. Gah. I’ll figure it out. It’s on my to-do list for the weekend, right up there with performance evaluations. I have to do a self-assessment, one for Krishni, one for Jeff, and one for Karen (head of my division). I plan on getting around to those at some point during the Super Bowl. Preferably after a few drinks. That should make them far more interesting.
Current song in my head:
“Standing Still” by Jewel