| May. 15th, 2008 @ 09:39 pm the call of duty |
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Current Mood:  exhausted
Current Music: blink 182 - time to break up
so on tuesday and thursday, i did site visits for my job. the cohort program has gotten so popular, that we don't have enough advisors to visit them all on the first night. so they tapped other resources, me being one of them.
both evenings i went to streamwood high school, which is only about 45 minutes to an hour away. which is nice, since i got to leave work at 3pm both days so i could get out there early enough to set up. then i only have to talk and take questions for about 15 minutes, before i leave.
before i went out on my first one ever on tuesday, i swung by mary's office (shes in charge of facilities). shes an older woman, with a wicked sense of humor, so i thought she'd appreciate what had been rattling around in my head for the last few hours...
"you know, mary. i look at everyone getting ready to go. and all the advisors have done this several times. and they're all decked out in their nicest clothes. and pulling their supplies behind them in rolling suitcases, looking super business-like. meanwhile, i'm wearing a jacket from old navy, and sporting my super fancy college backpack."
yes, i used the bright red, black and gray backpack i used in college to go visit a site full of people going for their masters degree.
i'm truly trapped somewhere between adult and "didn't i see you drunk off your ass this weekend?" on the plus side, the visits went well, other than the rooms not being unlocked either day. |