Dear Sweet Kind, Bosslady, Who is a Little out of Touch:
I am good at what I do.
I have been advocating an internal staff website for … a month? now. I’ve been thinking about and very concerned about internal communications for about six months now. As we are a non-profit, and therefore Everything Must Be Free For Us Because We Can’t Afford It… (All feelings aside about being not good enough, there are things which are worth spending good money on, and a website is one of them.)
In my Genuis-Brilliantness-and-Compassionate-Concern-For-What’s-Left-Of-My-Sanity, I have sketched out a Most Very Basic Planne which will be helpful to Everybody. Google will save the day! The Interwebs are a Loverly Resource Which May Be Able to Help Us Solve This "Growing Pains" Problem Which Has Been Looming Ever-Large And More Important By The Minute.
Please, please, pretty please with LOTS OF SUGAR ON TOP… trust me a little bit.
I am not a moron. I can explain Google Docs, Google Calendar, even Google Sites to you, given adequate preparation time, screen caps, and a PowerPoint presentation.
Please don’t harsh my squee, at getting something which I so desperately need, prematurely.
Most of the time after we’re done talking on the phone, I feel invalidated. You weren’t paying attention to me, Miss Multi-Tasker, therefore you Didn’t Understand What I Was Trying to Explain To You. It is not nearly as bad as it was with my hostile man-boss from hospice. So I suppose I should could my blessings.
Deep breathing seldom fails me as a calming-down mechanism. I’m feeling a little fragile now, what with the Huge Life Changes Afoot.
Please, trust me. I won’t fail you or let you down.
Yours ever faithfully,