8.09.2007

working girl

yep, just strap on my white keds and call me pam. i am a working girl.

except i can't wear keds, i have to wear businessy clothes. turns out, i don't really have those, since i used to teach and wear things to impress small children- they always loved the bright beads and dinosaur tee & capris. Anyways, excepting my interview suit, i didn't have any professional clothes- went on a short trip- now i have something to work with- the pencil skirt, slacks, dressy shirt. you know. buy! buy! no, sell! sell! sell! (phoebe)

today i had to go to lecom to fill out a mountain of paperwork and meet my co-workers. I smiled and tried to remember everybody's name (sarah, sarah, brown hair, sarah eats a pear-a, no.. sarah has a pet bear-a?....my devices don't always work so well). good times. and i met my little cubicle. hello cubicle.

we are very grateful for my job and also to be insured that i don't turn into crazy dog-lady. there's only one place for crazy dog-lady to go... she turns into crazy bird-lady. sitting in the park, feeding the birds bread crumb, letting them rest on my shoulders. a gentle creature. not me, though. i am a professional, by george.

adam has 1st quiz tomorrow. well, besides his orientation quiz he took- which he ACED by the way. i helped him study by calling out questions. it was humbling. i could not pronunce half of the words and had to sound them out. good thing i'm not in med school. b...b-l...blooo.... bloood... blood? just kidding, i knew that one. adam has been getting up at 5 a.m. every morning faithfully to study. he says he studies best in the early morning. i sleep best in the early morning. we have so much in common

5 comments:

Lora said...

Sleeping habits sound so familiar, except your Dad sleeps well in early AM and I am bouncing off the wall. Exact opposite at night, though.

"Tumble out of bed, stumble to the kitchen,
Pour myself a cup of ambition,
And Yawn, and stretch and try to come to life.
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumping;
Out on the street, the traffic starts jumping,
With Folks like me on the job from nine to five.
(The Immortal Words of Dolly Parton)

kjsonntag said...

working in a cube has benefits ... like anyone walking by can see what you are doing on your computer, you can overhear all conversations within 20 feet and you get to be great friends with everyone because you have to!

i am excited about your job and being the bringing-home-the-bacon lady!

Blurtonian said...

ummm...our moms need to be friends.

that's DEFINITELY what my mom sang to me when I finally got a job.

congrats, miss thang!

cece said...

Okay, first off, the fact that you can now "strap on" Keds is so foreign to me. In my day (yes, I'm old...er), they only made the kind with shoelaces or slip-ons. I'm veering way off my point. Congrats on the job! I know you'll be a great Admissions Counselor. And your mom is singing Dolly Parton. Remind me to call her when I finally get a full-time job. I'd enjoy hearing her actually sing it!

gabe said...

i'm so proud of my mom for pulling a nine to five quote-i'm hoping it was sincere and she didn't just google it.

oh, and terribly proud of you camille. but, serious, you can see how mom's comment might have overshadowed your endeavors.
i can almost see her singing into a hairbrush.