It’s only the twelfth and I’m already getting sick of this whole post-once-a-day thing. I don’t like the feeling of forcing myself to write something just because it’s another day. Last night I nearly forgot. I was in bed when I realized I had yet to post. Sprang myself out of bed to post that drop spindle photo. I’ve got more photos to show that I took the other day but I’ll give you a break from all that.
I went into work for a few hours today. A boss several levels above me held a special meeting to discuss how to make our area better for younger employees. Joe’d told me about it and, hey, it was free food. So I jumped on the freeway for the first time in months and headed up. Don’t want to discuss specifics but I’ll say it was productive. It’s rare you get the ear of someone that high up (especially in such a small group session). I also took the opportunity to say hello to some of my coworkers and pay a visit to Sonia, our admin who moved to another building awhile ago. It was very strange to be back. School and work are two very different worlds and I always have trouble adjusting between the two. This was my problem when I tried to do part-time work and part-time school, I couldn’t switch between them. I’d go from feeling very young, very unimportant to feeling incredibly old. I don’t know how I did that for a year. None whatsoever.
I’m so happy to only have to do deal with one or the other, though I have a feeling I’ll be doing some of each this summer.
