Friday, March 29, 2013

And for my next trick...

"Add more to this call sheet, but make it shorter."  This is so far my favorite (though not my first) 'request for the metaphysically impossible' that I've received during my tenure on the Desk.  Add a half page of information, but make the paper a half page shorter.  Time frame to complete this request?  20 minutes.

May I change this from first person sentences to broad bullet points?  No, you may not.  Should I cut any of the existing information?  No, leave it all in and add this extra bit.  But make it shorter.  18 minutes left to go!

Alright-y then.

If you suddenly receive a very blunt, completely unnuanced phone call from someone at the State Department, well, just know that the call sheet did not exceed the mandated page length.  Eventually I expect us only to convey information to other governments via tweets, so this is good practice.


Saturday, March 09, 2013

LOL OMG

Did AID and US/SESSS clear on the TPs for the AL MOU?

TPs or BCL?

TPs on the MOU; the BCL is for the OHCHR meeting.

Oh, right.  I'll check with the POCs after I finish clearing this IM on FMF.  It's with F and H.

Was that the task from the DC SOC?

You mean the IPC?

Yeah.

It's related, but I got more on EXBS from ISN that changed it a little, so I'm doing this for D(B).  I'll let NSS know.  ATA still has to weigh in, too -- I might have to write a separate AM if the info from the CS was accurate.

Sure, just don't forget to update the point for the AA.

Ah, thanks -- I'll call DSCA.

Who?

They're in DOD.

Oh, I can never keep track of all those military acronyms.

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Nothing is Different, But Everything has Changed

Karyn is sick.  I hadn't really planned on talking about it -- the big challenge for me is to let her experience MS her own way and not jump in to 'assist' with my own experience of it.  Plus, selfishly, all these years later, I still want to hold on to my own trauma/drama/melodrama as something unique and unshareable.  Shaking and shaking and worrying over the holes eating their way through my brain and nerves like cigarette burn marks.  Worrying about being desirable.  Worrying about being able to work.  Overblown worry, as it turned out.  As I tell myself.  As I tell a string of boyfriends.  As I try to tell my bosses when I explain, "I'm so sorry to not be on point lately -- I have MS, and it bothers me [rarely! hardly! almost never!] sometimes."

"Nothing is different, but everything has changed," Karyn tells us.  I understand -- I completely understand.  There's a philosophy thought problem that asks, if everything in the world one day doubled in size, would we know?  Yes, as it turns out.  Yes.  Yes, we would.

"My sister is sick," I tell my friends.  There's not much in the telling.  "Will she be alright?" they ask.  Yes.  Yes, she will.