posted June 12, 2012 by alexis |
rachel roll is miss accountability (once she actually gets here). mornings aren’t really her thing, but it’s probably safe to say that dance parties are. here at method, our number crunchers know how to have a good time. see for yourself in a day in the life of this lovely accounting manager.
my alarm goes off and I am NOT getting up. not even close.
I think I’m conscious but I am NOT getting up.
awake! wait no, not quite. hit snooze one more time.
okay, I’m up. let’s do this. I need to clean the kitchen after making cookies until midnight last night for a camping trip this weekend. PM Rachel did not think about AM Rachel when she left this disaster to clean up.
I’m halfway ready and taking a dance break with one of my roommates. I’m going to regret writing this, but justin beiber’s new jam, “boyfriend,” gets me every time. it’s, like, impossible not to dance to even if you’re running late.
I’m ready to run out the door and catch the bus. oh how I hate the bus. well, some days. muni is like that. hit or miss. if you’re on the 45, we’ll call that a miss. the 41, not so bad. today is a 41 day. checking my email en route to the office. oh what’s this? a sale on frye boots? would it be weird to whip my credit card out on the muni? oh well. pre-9am spending has got me revved for this day!
get to work and field the usual jokes about my tardiness. I’m so used to it. now I think I need to check to make sure my new boots still look rad when not on an iphone screen. I think we’re good. time to get some work done.
1:1 meeting with tess. probably to discuss my tardiness.
lunch out with my friend jason. we cruise over to wayfare tavern on sacramento street. great call on this. if you haven’t been there, please do try.
back from lunch and scanning my emails. OH NO, I missed one from andrea (our cfo) at 7:51am, in which she says “these are urgent—let me know if you have any concerns about prioritizing these requests for me.” we are now 5 ½ hours later and I am just reading it! way to go, spicoli.
okay, I cranked that out and sent it off. I think we survived that mishap. back to my to-do list.
friday email from geetha at the front desk: it’s “beer-o’clock at the front desk.” don’t mind if I do. oh method, I knew nothing of drinking at work until I found you. geetha waitresses today and brings me a rum & coke at my desk. how nice of her.
it’s about that time on friday where I address my calendar reminders. anything that got bumped this week goes straight onto next so we can do it all over again.
grab marcelle + deidre and cruise out the door to make our urban hike back to pacific heights. I need to get ready for camping and we’re taking off at 6pm. it’s a 35-minute trek and I haven’t packed yet.
did I mention I’m always late? we’re heading to kirby cove, which is only over the golden gate bridge. it’s this great campsite at the base of the golden gate on the pacific ocean side. we’ll be able to look back at sf from the campsite so we’re really not far from home. this is called “car camping” and is nothing like backpacking. we can pretty much bring any kind of useless crap we want and it’s no biggie.
oh, what’s this? a family of baby skunks? it could be worse. maybe…
tents are up and we head to the beach to check things out. why is there a creepy abandoned lookout bunker on the walk to the beach? this is straight out of criminal minds.
the views from the beach are insane. I wouldn’t mind staying here forever. not really, but sort of really.
start a fire and grill a bunch of kabobs. we play a few rounds of flip cup until quiet hours begin at 10pm. we set alarms for 5:40am to see what the sunrise is all about.
we let the fire burn down and all crash. I’d call it a good day. over and out.