More Reasons My Boss is Awesome

Yesterday was our big, annual study abroad fair. As an introvert, this is an event that basically makes me rue the day I was born. It consists of hosting affiliates from out of town, talking to a lot of students, and networking all day, and in the past it has included a mandatory happy hour after work. Luckily, this last part was nixed this year because everyone is always exhausted after the fair. This is good, because last year, I got a really nasty cold after (well actually, I started feeling sick DURING) the fair, and by the end of the day I was feeling pretty crappy, but I still had to go to the stupid happy hour, and none of my affiliates even showed up.

This year, the career fair on another part of the campus was also taking place, and we were supposed to have a booth there, so our Marketing people were asking for a couple of volunteers to duck out from our fair and staff that table. When I got that request, I considered for a bit whether it would be better, worse, or the same as our fair. In the end, I decided it would be better, for these reasons: 1) It would be quieter, as we usually don’t get a lot of traffic at career fairs; 2) I could bring my laptop and get some other work done while there; 3) There would at least be two half-hour bus rides to get to and from the other part of campus where I could get a little bit of down-time; 4) At the career fair, I would only have to talk to students, which is easier and less draining than networking/making small talk with affiliates and 5) At least the career fair would be indoors. (Last year it was nice and sunny out and we had our fair outside, but it was still quite chilly, which contributed to my getting sick, I’m sure. This year it ended up being rainy so our fair was moved inside anyway, but I signed up for the career fair ahead of time, so I didn’t know ours would be inside.)

So anyway, I signed up for the morning shift at the career fair, which was cool because I totally did it to cut down on the amount of extroverting I’d have to do during the day, but most people didn’t want to be away from our fair, so I got major brownie points for volunteering to do it! I later found out that the person who took the afternoon shift was none other than my boss, and when I commented about it to her, she said, “Yeah, I haaaaaate our fair, so when I saw this chance to get away from it for while, I volunteered right away!” I was like, HA, me too! And she mentioned at least not having to network, and mentioned that at least there are two half-hour bus rides, and we both laughed because we were so much on the same wavelength. She’s INTP, I’m almost sure, or maybe ISTP, but it’s awesome having her as my boss because we understand each other so well.

Fest 2011: Fourth Weekend

Fourth weekend, really? That means the season is more than halfway over! When did that happen? Hooo boy, the Fest Withdrawal is going to be bad this year… watch this space for morose musings and moping in about a month!

I had to leave early on Saturday (3pm instead of after 7) because one of my closest friends is pregnant and it was her baby shower. I was actually glad to leave because it was really hot on Saturday (though nowhere near as hot as we had the first 3 weekends last year), but let me tell you, I fricking hate baby showers! I don’t know why, exactly. Right now it’s partly because we’re trying to get pregnant, unsuccessfully so far, but I’ve always hated them. But it was nice to see my friends, and there was good food (ice cream sundaes for dessert!!) so it was okay.

Sunday was a very fun day out at Fest. The Queen Mum came to dance with us! She’s so crotchety and funny (and actually played by a man). The other highlight of my day was singing (and drumming) random songs with Tom the guitarist outside of Front Gate at closing time. There was a Cabriolet team listening to us, and the guy told us he felt like he was at a Flogging Molly concert. Ha! We were nowhere near that good (especially me– Tom’s an accomplished guitarist, but I am NOT an accomplished drummer!), but still it was a nice compliment.

Labor Day Weekend

Saturday and Sunday, with the help of my parents, we attempted to paint the exterior of our house. It really needed it; the paint was peeling badly and there was bare wood in some places. We asked our neighbor, who’s lived in his house for 20+ years, and he said the last time our house was painted was 8-10 years ago, so yeah, it was time for a new paint job.

Also, we didn’t like the color. Or rather, part of the color. The house was mainly white (fine) with forest green shakes at the top. Ugly. So we decided to paint the green part a nice blue-grey.

This was an interesting experience. First, we powerwashed the house earlier in the week. This removed a lot of peeling paint, but we still had to do a LOT of scraping on Saturday. This included standing on a 22-foot ladder, and somehow, I ended up being the one to do most of the high ladder work. This is ironic, because I actually have nightmares about climbing up a ladder and then being afraid to climb back down it. It was fricking scary. But I did it. It was a bit like riding a bike, actually– at first, I made my dad stand at the bottom of the ladder and hold it the entire time I was up on it. In time, he let go without my noticing, and I realized I was okay.  Actually, once I got to the point on the ladder that I was standing and scraping and/or painting, it was okay. Climbing up was the hardest part.