More Changes at Nice Hedge Fund

WARNING: I’ve been to the beach lately. The JackieOh Happiness Quotient is still through the roof.

Happy Wednesday that feels like Tuesday, lovers! I’m offering up this sacrificial staple-remover to the Gods of Four Day work weeks because this one is going to be a doozy.

I feel like a nomad around Nice Hedge Fund. I’ve barely chosen my computer desktop photograph down here in the HR Nook before I’m getting moved again. (As usual it’s one of the gazillion shots I have of me and Coach G.) Tomorrow I’m starting my third job in the past month here: Executive Assistant to…the President and Co-Chairman of Nice Hedge Fund. The Son of Mr. Nice Hedge Fund.

Um, what?

I’m not quite sure how this happened. His assistant quit, they need a body in that seat, and something about my flip-flop-wearing, online-chatting, internet-bike-shopping work ethic made me right for the job? I better pick up my dry cleaning and sharpen my Blackberry typing skills. This has potential to be ARM déjà vu.

In all honesty, I’m not worried about it. A) I have one foot out the door already – actually, it’s more like an entire leg. It’ll be tough to get too worked up about a job when the end date is so near. B) I sat next to C for so many months and paid attention, so I know what to expect. And C), I like Son of Mr. Nice Hedge Fund. He gave me baseball tickets to see the Phillies play/lose to the Mets back in April. He’s an Ironman. He solved my Rubik’s cube. How bad could it be?

I'll let you know.

Ow, ow, my skin. I spent a gorgeous Memorial Day weekend at the FamilyOh shore house with my wonderful running friends and the inevitable sunburn was worth every second on the beach. On Saturday morning, Coach G and I competed in a relay triathlon – we won! I thought I was going to die in the swim leg of the race because the water was too cold to submerge my face so all of my pool training these last six weeks went right out the window. Once I went numb I was able to get into a workable rhythm, and in the end the only casualty was my digital watch. The bike leg went really well despite a brutal headwind, and G kicked butt on the final beach run. It was a great feeling to have my friends and MomOh cheering for us along the way. When it was time to receive our award (boxes of Hammergels and a bike shop gift certificate, sweet!), the announcer called out “Team Drinkin’ for the Kids…a noble cause!” Indeed. We had some kayaking adventures with dolphins, several cutthroat games of bocce ball, even more games of darts, a dance party at a favorite local bar, a seafood feast, and lot of laughs from turning Cranium into a drinking game. I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend! So now, naturally, I’m counting down the moments until I can go back.

I spent last weekend with friends from running world, but this upcoming weekend will be all about bike world. Tonight and Sunday I’m racing on the Velodrome in Queens, and on Saturday I’m racing in Central Park. Thank goodness for QZ lending me a bike or else I’d be a wreck right now. Wish me luck!