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I've been commissioned to write a speech. Weeeee! It's official. The subject? Delegation. Aaaaahahahaha! He and I are both horrible about delegating work to anyone...so it's ironic that he'd give me this task, which is oh so important, to do for him (or he delegated it to me). :-D

Yeah, so my first thought on it was get the receptionist or mailroom guy (someone ALL the higher-ups know) to approach the podium (with my friend hidden from view), and begin by saying that he'd "delegated this speech to her/him because they're so much younger and more attractive." Hhahahha. He loved it, and is, in fact, going to use that idea. He even has the perfect guy in the company for the role, one who is apparently charming and all the chicks dig (with a 'company rep'...we all know those types). Every company has one (unless you work for a teeny tiny company; and even then, there might be one, eh?). Although I took a class on this very subject (since I, too, have trouble delegating), he's put me to task to read a couple of books written by well-known speakers of the subject. WEEE. I'm getting paid to READ. You GOTTA love a gig like that. The speech itself will only be 20 to 30 minutes, tops. I can do that in my sleep without reading books on it.
  • Hire a good group you trust
  • Give them what you feel they can handle
  • Check up from time to time
  • RELAX. Or you'll kill their morale
  • When you receive said finished work (at the deadline you've assigned them), resist the urge to 'rework'

    The. End.A.

    Heh. Sounds easy, but is more difficult than most think (unless you've been in this position of having to delegate). I have ONE PERSON who I delegate my side jobs to (and only in crises situations). I trained him myself, fresh out of college, mind open, and eager to learn. However, speech writing is over his head. AP Style is nothing in this case; delivery is everything.

    Back to life
    So, I'm not going in to that other thing. Adele is here, and going on and on about how she CAN SWIM because it's not lightening. It's RAINING. HARD. She can't swim with weather like that. Just when she thinks it's safe, BOOM. She'll be stricken by lightening. Or so my paranoid mom-brain thinks, anyway. She's making mirror art right now. :) Cute.

    Now I'm juggling two small jobs, one of which pays big, the other steady, but NEITHER in time for Adele's birthday it seems. Maybe. I don't know. If there's one thing I hate discussing, it's money. Ugh. Anyway. Her birthday is the 20th (and just so happens to finally fall on father's day); so her dad will, for the first time since our divorce, have her on her birthday. In a way, it's sad for me since *I* had her, and I'm her mom. Okay, that's selfish to think. Still. Okay, enough about all that. Some things are best saved for private entries.

    Back to it. What's the point in delegating if the delegatEE doesn't hop on it?

    Oh, and big thanks to those of you who were concerned. Everything's okey dokey. :) :D


    ( 8 whispered — Whisper to me )
    Jun. 10th, 2004 12:59 pm (UTC)
    Congrats on the speech, and I don't think it gets any better than being paid to read. (-:

    I'm sorry that you won't be with her on her birthday. )-: I think that's very selfish of her dad. He should at least let her be with you for some of the day, if not the whole day (which he should do, anyway)!

    Oh, and this is probably a really dumb question, but what is mirror art?
    Jun. 10th, 2004 01:04 pm (UTC)
    Actually, it's father's day (so no begrudging should be going on). I will get her (I'm almost sure) that evening, so it's all good.

    I've been paid to read before, although it was much more pleasurable stuff, and I traveled back/forth to NYC every other week :-D Now that's a fun gig :-D

    Mirror art = these little plastic things you paint, peel and temporarily stick on a mirror, like dolphins, seahorses, etc. :-D She's very creative :-D
    Jun. 10th, 2004 01:16 pm (UTC)
    Wow, mirror art seems like a really cool thing. I've never seen that.

    Back and forth to NYC? That's great. I miss NY! I had the best times there in school. I miss school. Okay, this is your journal, not mine. Will stop reminiscing. hehehe

    What were your fave things to do in NY? Ahhh, NY...
    Jun. 10th, 2004 01:19 pm (UTC)
    Everything; but mostly, the restaurants, Broadway...my friends *sobs*. I love it. The old architecture...the museums...everything about it.

    Yeah, it's kinda neat (the mirror art thingy). She's pretty crafty :) The pizza in NY is awesome, too, although I *think* I prefer Chicago's...yummmmmmmmm.
    Jun. 10th, 2004 04:47 pm (UTC)
    I think it's hysterical that he has delegated his speach on delegation to you. TOO funny indeed. But hey, if it's paying you to read, what the heck, right?
    Jun. 10th, 2004 04:50 pm (UTC)
    As I do all assignments -- particularly those he gives me -- I'll read/retain and then whip up a speech that'll shake the rafters :) Tis the least I can do. His organization is very generous for work like this, and we all KNOW how badly I need that. In return, I give him 200%. We all win in this case. :-D
    Jun. 11th, 2004 09:21 am (UTC)
    Sounds like a good deal for everybody then. That's cool. A little extra cash when you need it. Always a good thing.
    Jun. 11th, 2004 09:23 am (UTC)
    Yesh, indeed, especially now.
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