It's somewhat difficult to characterize Rare Book School. It was, in a word, marvelous in that way things are can be when you get to indulge in something you're passionate about along with others who share the same passion. In a world where what is temporary is valued more than what is lasting, it was so nice to come together around a belief in the enduring value and significance of the printed word. In a profession that is increasingly seduced by the promise of technology and electronic access for all, it was a breath of fresh air to be around people who understand the need to preserve the printed record and learn from past triumphs and failures.
I feel like I work in a profession that is so insecure about its own relevance and validity that it's willing to toss aside time-honored purposes and values for what seems to be the trend of the moment. It would of course be foolish to pretend that there's no need to embrace technological advances. I would just encourage the profession and its leaders to think about the long term implications of the direction we're heading in.
In a word: think.
Think critically, logically about the decisions that you make, and really consider the ramification of choices. That was really the underlying lesson of the course I took on scholarly editing last week. Pay attention to the details of whatever it is you encounter. Don't just dismiss or accept it blindly, but really consider how the new information you've learned fits with other facts at hand.
And as we thought deeply and barreled through an entire semester-long graduate course in one week, we began to understand how something as seemingly small as an editorial decision can impact what is believed to be true and good. It made me think more critically about how I build my collections at the library and how they can be used in scholarship. It also reinforced a thought that I've been thinking around for quite a while now. We in the library profession are too insular. We need to get out more. We need to read the scholarly literature of the disciplines we support. We need to be in conversation with faculty outside the walls of the library about the research they're doing and the concepts they're teaching their students. And we need to think carefully about how our decisions impact the people who use our collections most.
The more we know about any topic, the better we understand it, and with understanding, a deeper appreciation and interest develops in time.
It is as Michael Suarez, the RBS director, said in both his opening and his closing statements: "Knowledge conduces to love, and love conduces to wonder."
And we could all use a lot more wonder in our lives.
Showing posts with label musings. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Thursday, September 30, 2010
unfolding my soul
"Introspection means talking to yourself, and one of the best ways of talking to yourself is talking to another person you can trust, to whom you can unfold your soul. One other person you feel safe enough with to allow you to acknowledge things—to acknowledge things to yourself—that you otherwise can’t. Doubts you aren’t supposed to have, questions you aren’t supposed to ask. Feelings or opinions that would get you laughed at by the group or reprimanded by the authorities."
~ Excerpted from "Solitude and Leadership" by William Deresiewicz, from The American Scholar
I love that idea that by being open with another person about the inner workings of your soul is really a form of introspection. Rather than make broad assumptions, I'll just speak for myself here. I only rarely meet someone with whom I connect with so deeply that I feel like I can share all of myself with them. With most people I hold part of myself back mostly because I'm unsure of whether they'll accept all of me or even be interested in knowing me that intimately. Perhaps others connect deeply with people more frequently, but I suspect that isn't the case. Perhaps each of us is only meant to have that deep connection with a few people in our time here on earth.
At this moment, I'm just feeling very grateful for the ones who know me from the inside out and love me all the same. They're worth holding on to.
~ Excerpted from "Solitude and Leadership" by William Deresiewicz, from The American Scholar
I love that idea that by being open with another person about the inner workings of your soul is really a form of introspection. Rather than make broad assumptions, I'll just speak for myself here. I only rarely meet someone with whom I connect with so deeply that I feel like I can share all of myself with them. With most people I hold part of myself back mostly because I'm unsure of whether they'll accept all of me or even be interested in knowing me that intimately. Perhaps others connect deeply with people more frequently, but I suspect that isn't the case. Perhaps each of us is only meant to have that deep connection with a few people in our time here on earth.
At this moment, I'm just feeling very grateful for the ones who know me from the inside out and love me all the same. They're worth holding on to.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
reminiscences
Sunday night I was in a reminiscing mood, so I read months upon months of old blog entries and dug the folder containing old quote boards and the 21st birthday book out of my file boxes. I admit that I stayed up ridiculously late reading through the old quotes and filtering through some dear memories. I love having the quote boards particularly because they help me remember little moments that had us rolling in laughter and keep those moments from fading into nothingness.
There are two quotes in particular that stood out to me, and I just wanted to share them both with you now. If you weren't there, they may not seem remarkable or make much sense, but what conversation does when it's taken out of context? To tell the truth, I don't fully remember the original context of either, but I remember the moment in general and all the laughter that accompanied it.
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Rochelle: "It would be so hard for us to socialize with other people."
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The beautiful thing about close friends is that you can really just be yourself around them. They know all of your quirks and idiosyncrasies, and they love you all the same. They know all the back stories and get all the inside jokes. You don't have to check yourself with them because they understand why you said what you said or why you reacted the way you reacted. And perhaps when you have those deep relationships, it is more difficult to socialize with other people because, well, other people just aren't the same. And perhaps because you "get" each other, little things are funny (even hysterical) when others might not quite get the humor in the situation.
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Rochelle: "Do you think that's funny, Melissa?"
Melissa: "Do you think it's not?"
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There are two quotes in particular that stood out to me, and I just wanted to share them both with you now. If you weren't there, they may not seem remarkable or make much sense, but what conversation does when it's taken out of context? To tell the truth, I don't fully remember the original context of either, but I remember the moment in general and all the laughter that accompanied it.
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Rochelle: "It would be so hard for us to socialize with other people."
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The beautiful thing about close friends is that you can really just be yourself around them. They know all of your quirks and idiosyncrasies, and they love you all the same. They know all the back stories and get all the inside jokes. You don't have to check yourself with them because they understand why you said what you said or why you reacted the way you reacted. And perhaps when you have those deep relationships, it is more difficult to socialize with other people because, well, other people just aren't the same. And perhaps because you "get" each other, little things are funny (even hysterical) when others might not quite get the humor in the situation.
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Rochelle: "Do you think that's funny, Melissa?"
Melissa: "Do you think it's not?"
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
Jesus wants the rose
A friend linked to this video on Facebook earlier today, and I've watched it several times since. It's an excerpt from a sermon that Matt Chandler gave at the Desiring God Conference earlier this year. It's not a terribly long clip at just under 4 minutes and is definitely worth watching.
I need to think more about what it really means for Jesus to want the rose. It's one of the most mind-blowing things about the Christian faith. Cryptic? Watch the clip ;)
I need to think more about what it really means for Jesus to want the rose. It's one of the most mind-blowing things about the Christian faith. Cryptic? Watch the clip ;)
Monday, June 29, 2009
like mom makes it
This past weekend I made chocolate mousse for Diego in lieu of a birthday cake. I was a bit hesitant about making mousse since I had never made it before and because I had this suspicion that it was difficult to make. But after looking at the recipe in the Betty Crocker Big Red Cookbook (p.s. I totally heart the BCBRC; it rocks my socks off), I decided that it didn't look so terribly difficult and decided to give it a try.
It turned out beautifully. Perfect texture and consistency. Perfect fluffiness and creaminess, just as good mousse should be. So I chilled it in little dessert bowls and served each one with a strawberry garnish on top. Delicious. Diego agreed. The conversation went something like this...
D: Mmm... this is amazing.
M: Thanks.
D: Seriously, next time you make this, don't change a thing about what you did. It's perfect.
M: Well, I'm glad you like it.
D: Know what you could do next time? After it's cooled, you could grate a little chocolate into it so that there are chocolate chunks mixed in with the mousse.
M: Is that the way your mom used to make it?
D: Yeah...
So that leads me to the post title... What is it about men wanting things the way their mom made them? I have this theory that men more frequently than women want certain foods to be the way their moms made them. I think this is for several reasons:
1. Women try not to become their mothers and feel more free to experiment with recipes and make them their own.
2. Men like to be taken care of especially in the area of food (just like mom did).
3. If women really want something like mom made it, they can just make it themselves.
4. All men really marry their mothers; just like all women marry their fathers.
5. It's a comfort thing.
I'm sure there are a hundred exceptions to this, but that's why I'm saying it's a theory not a rule ;) And I'm not trying to be sexist here. I know that many men are excellent cooks and that many women are horrible cooks, so this could even be more dependent on who the main cook is in the household. What do you think? Especially you married ladies out there. Do you think that you or your husband is more likely to want things the way mom made it?
It turned out beautifully. Perfect texture and consistency. Perfect fluffiness and creaminess, just as good mousse should be. So I chilled it in little dessert bowls and served each one with a strawberry garnish on top. Delicious. Diego agreed. The conversation went something like this...
D: Mmm... this is amazing.
M: Thanks.
D: Seriously, next time you make this, don't change a thing about what you did. It's perfect.
M: Well, I'm glad you like it.
D: Know what you could do next time? After it's cooled, you could grate a little chocolate into it so that there are chocolate chunks mixed in with the mousse.
M: Is that the way your mom used to make it?
D: Yeah...
So that leads me to the post title... What is it about men wanting things the way their mom made them? I have this theory that men more frequently than women want certain foods to be the way their moms made them. I think this is for several reasons:
1. Women try not to become their mothers and feel more free to experiment with recipes and make them their own.
2. Men like to be taken care of especially in the area of food (just like mom did).
3. If women really want something like mom made it, they can just make it themselves.
4. All men really marry their mothers; just like all women marry their fathers.
5. It's a comfort thing.
I'm sure there are a hundred exceptions to this, but that's why I'm saying it's a theory not a rule ;) And I'm not trying to be sexist here. I know that many men are excellent cooks and that many women are horrible cooks, so this could even be more dependent on who the main cook is in the household. What do you think? Especially you married ladies out there. Do you think that you or your husband is more likely to want things the way mom made it?
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
old shoes
Choosing Shoes
by Frida Wolfe
New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they'd let us buy?
Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let's have some to try.
Bright shoes, white shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.
BUT
Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That's the sort they'll buy.
On Monday I dropped a favorite pair of shoes at the shoe repair shop to get them re-heeled for something like to 4th or 5th time. Since I tend to buy relatively expensive shoes, I figure it's worth spending $5 to $10 every now and then to repair the shoes rather than purchase a new pair.
When I first moved here, it usually took about one week for the shoe repair guy to fix my shoes. Now, he estimates it will take about a month. There must have been over 100 pairs of shoes piled up in boxes behind the counter, waiting for repair. He said that it's like this all across the country.
What's changed? The economy. More and more people are opting to repair their existing shoes rather than purchase new ones. I'm not sure why, but seeing the impact on shoe repair shops says a lot more to me than bailout packages and fluctuating gas prices. We will all definitely feel the impact of the larger financial crisis but the evidence of financial hardship in little things like this tell me that people are taking the crisis seriously.
On a lighter note, could I afford to buy many, many more new shoes, I would want one of these (the first one): walk in.
by Frida Wolfe
New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they'd let us buy?
Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let's have some to try.
Bright shoes, white shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.
BUT
Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That's the sort they'll buy.
On Monday I dropped a favorite pair of shoes at the shoe repair shop to get them re-heeled for something like to 4th or 5th time. Since I tend to buy relatively expensive shoes, I figure it's worth spending $5 to $10 every now and then to repair the shoes rather than purchase a new pair.
When I first moved here, it usually took about one week for the shoe repair guy to fix my shoes. Now, he estimates it will take about a month. There must have been over 100 pairs of shoes piled up in boxes behind the counter, waiting for repair. He said that it's like this all across the country.
What's changed? The economy. More and more people are opting to repair their existing shoes rather than purchase new ones. I'm not sure why, but seeing the impact on shoe repair shops says a lot more to me than bailout packages and fluctuating gas prices. We will all definitely feel the impact of the larger financial crisis but the evidence of financial hardship in little things like this tell me that people are taking the crisis seriously.
On a lighter note, could I afford to buy many, many more new shoes, I would want one of these (the first one): walk in.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
fat suits and stairs
Sometime over the summer, I was driving and listening to the radio, when I heard the DJs talking about favorite childhood memories. They put the question out to their listening audience for people to call in: what is your favorite memory from childhood?
I kind of spaced out after that, but it got me thinking about my favorite childhood memories. The first thing that sprang to my mind was a game of sorts that my brothers and sister and I used to play. Around Christmas time mom would decorate the house for the holidays and winter gear would emerge from storage. Part of the decorations included greenery and lights wrapped around the banister in the hallway.
Now when it's cold and nasty out as it gets during Midwestern winters, kids tend to go just a little stir crazy. This was before video games, computers, and 100+ channels had become part of family life, so my siblings and I became very good at entertaining ourselves. We came up with this game where you had to crawl down the stairs head-first. We did this during other times of the year too, but it was more fun at Christmastime because of the lights.
During winter we also added another element. Going back to the winter gear... Since my dad works in agriculture, we had an unending supply of feed jackets (Pioneer and SuperSweet) lying around the house. One jacket in particular was this enormous (either XL or XXL) red jacket that was way too big for anyone in the house. We would stick our legs through the arms, zip the coat up, and wear them as pants. Because they were massive, we would then stuff the body of the coat with blankets and put another coat on top and zipped that up as well.
The result? We were enormous when we wore the stuffed coats, and in our kid world, it was the funniest thing ever. We were like little Sumo wrestlers. Then we would combine the hilarity of our "fat suit" with the fun of going head first down the stairs. The coats made the stair game all the more exciting since the stairs were uncarpeted and the jackets were made from a slick fabric. I'd imagine it made our game a bit more dangerous too.
I realize that our game was really silly and certainly not very politically correct, but we had endless fun playing it.
When my sister was out visiting in late July, I mentioned the radio show and the DJ's question. Before I even had a chance to say what my favorite memory was, she blurted out that her favorite one was the fat suit/stairs game. I love that we share the same favorite memory. It was such a simple, ridiculous game, but shouldn't childhood be simple and just a little ridiculous at times?
So now I ask you: what is your favorite memory from childhood?
I kind of spaced out after that, but it got me thinking about my favorite childhood memories. The first thing that sprang to my mind was a game of sorts that my brothers and sister and I used to play. Around Christmas time mom would decorate the house for the holidays and winter gear would emerge from storage. Part of the decorations included greenery and lights wrapped around the banister in the hallway.
Now when it's cold and nasty out as it gets during Midwestern winters, kids tend to go just a little stir crazy. This was before video games, computers, and 100+ channels had become part of family life, so my siblings and I became very good at entertaining ourselves. We came up with this game where you had to crawl down the stairs head-first. We did this during other times of the year too, but it was more fun at Christmastime because of the lights.
During winter we also added another element. Going back to the winter gear... Since my dad works in agriculture, we had an unending supply of feed jackets (Pioneer and SuperSweet) lying around the house. One jacket in particular was this enormous (either XL or XXL) red jacket that was way too big for anyone in the house. We would stick our legs through the arms, zip the coat up, and wear them as pants. Because they were massive, we would then stuff the body of the coat with blankets and put another coat on top and zipped that up as well.
The result? We were enormous when we wore the stuffed coats, and in our kid world, it was the funniest thing ever. We were like little Sumo wrestlers. Then we would combine the hilarity of our "fat suit" with the fun of going head first down the stairs. The coats made the stair game all the more exciting since the stairs were uncarpeted and the jackets were made from a slick fabric. I'd imagine it made our game a bit more dangerous too.
I realize that our game was really silly and certainly not very politically correct, but we had endless fun playing it.
When my sister was out visiting in late July, I mentioned the radio show and the DJ's question. Before I even had a chance to say what my favorite memory was, she blurted out that her favorite one was the fat suit/stairs game. I love that we share the same favorite memory. It was such a simple, ridiculous game, but shouldn't childhood be simple and just a little ridiculous at times?
So now I ask you: what is your favorite memory from childhood?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
oblivious, half asleep, or both?
As I stayed home sick today, the strip mall behind me burned. I, however, was totally unaware of this until almost 5 p.m., when I stepped out to run an unavoidable errand. From the looks of the charred, gaping hole in the middle of the building, it appears the fire started in the Chinese restaurant that used to live between the bagel shop and the video rental store. How the heck could I have missed that when I was in my apartment 100 yards away?
I learned that the fire began around 4 this morning. I vaguely recollect hearing sirens sometime in the middle of the night, and for quite some time, I heard what sounded like a semi-truck idling. In my stupor I never put the two together, so I was quite surprised when I saw the remains of the building, surrounded by emergency vehicles and a crane.
This makes for the second business that has burned right behind my complex in the last 6 months. Maybe it's a sign...
I learned that the fire began around 4 this morning. I vaguely recollect hearing sirens sometime in the middle of the night, and for quite some time, I heard what sounded like a semi-truck idling. In my stupor I never put the two together, so I was quite surprised when I saw the remains of the building, surrounded by emergency vehicles and a crane.
This makes for the second business that has burned right behind my complex in the last 6 months. Maybe it's a sign...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
English???
This morning I was making myself some tea, and I happened to notice the description on the Twinings English breakfast tea bag. It says:
"A blend of Ceylon, Kenyan and Indian teas, producing a full-bodied English brew."
English? Really? Because I didn't think that Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), Kenya, or India were part of England. Oh wait, they're all former colonies, which is totally the same as being English. Hmm... The funny thing is that England isn't even (and has never been) a tea-producing nation.
"A blend of Ceylon, Kenyan and Indian teas, producing a full-bodied English brew."
English? Really? Because I didn't think that Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), Kenya, or India were part of England. Oh wait, they're all former colonies, which is totally the same as being English. Hmm... The funny thing is that England isn't even (and has never been) a tea-producing nation.
Friday, December 08, 2006
to put things in perspective
The strategic planning team was having a little pre-emptive celebration earlier today in anticipation of the self study being completed. Someone mentioned that on this day in 1980, John Lennon was shot. Most of the people on the team made comments about remembering when that happened. Me? Not a chance since that was 3 days before I was even born.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
morning people by birth?
Two questions for each of you...
1. What time of the day were you born?
2. Are you a morning or night person?
I ask because my friend Amy mentioned that there's a theory that the time of day when a baby is born can dictate whether he/she grows up to be a morning or night person. Babies who are born in the evening tend to have a more difficult time adjusting to normal days and nights while babies born in the morning have an easier time and tend to be more alert during the day.
I'm not sure if this is universally true, and I haven't had a chance to verify the theory. If it is true, however, that certainly explains my aversion to mornings (I was born around 5:30 in the evening). So I'm interested to hear your answers, to see if the theory holds true...
1. What time of the day were you born?
2. Are you a morning or night person?
I ask because my friend Amy mentioned that there's a theory that the time of day when a baby is born can dictate whether he/she grows up to be a morning or night person. Babies who are born in the evening tend to have a more difficult time adjusting to normal days and nights while babies born in the morning have an easier time and tend to be more alert during the day.
I'm not sure if this is universally true, and I haven't had a chance to verify the theory. If it is true, however, that certainly explains my aversion to mornings (I was born around 5:30 in the evening). So I'm interested to hear your answers, to see if the theory holds true...
Thursday, July 27, 2006
there's no place like home
I might have little, red shoes that look somewhat like Dorothy's, but I can't click my heels together and go home. If I could, I'd live somewhere else and commute to work.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
child princess feeling old
I woke up this morning to the thought that in 2 years it'll be 10 year high school reunion time. Have I really been out for 8 years? It doesn't really seem like 8 years, but then it seems lifetimes ago that I attended Corsica high. Anyway, thinking about the 10-year reunion and approaching 30 makes me feel old.
The funny thing is that I rarely have the opportunity to feel old. Most of the people I work with are old enough to be my parents (or are at least closer to my parents' ages than my age). It seems like I'm constantly being reminded of how young I am. In committees, I'm continually called on to give "the students' perspective" as if I know what it's like to be an undergrad now. Once our dean half-jokingly called me the "child princess of the library." I'm still not sure whether to be flattered or offended by the comment.
But to the undergrads, I'm already old. What? Older than 21? It can't be humanly possible. Don't people die when they hit 25?
All in all though, I guess I just feel my age. I don't feel particularly old or particularly young, and I'm OK with that. Just wait and ask me how I feel when I finally hit 30 ;)
The funny thing is that I rarely have the opportunity to feel old. Most of the people I work with are old enough to be my parents (or are at least closer to my parents' ages than my age). It seems like I'm constantly being reminded of how young I am. In committees, I'm continually called on to give "the students' perspective" as if I know what it's like to be an undergrad now. Once our dean half-jokingly called me the "child princess of the library." I'm still not sure whether to be flattered or offended by the comment.
But to the undergrads, I'm already old. What? Older than 21? It can't be humanly possible. Don't people die when they hit 25?
All in all though, I guess I just feel my age. I don't feel particularly old or particularly young, and I'm OK with that. Just wait and ask me how I feel when I finally hit 30 ;)
Friday, July 07, 2006
at the moment
Some weeks I feel like I just can't win. This week has definitely been one of those weeks. Don't get all worried about me now. These are just momentary, light afflictions as they say, and in the grand scheme of things, they're really not the be all and end all of everything. Maybe I'm just ready for the weekend.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
student tenure
When I worked at the IU libraries, there was a reference assistant at the main reference desk who had been working there, part-time, in that position for 10 years. The reference department always joked that he's the only student worker who had been there long enough to get tenure.
While that's funny in a sense, it's also really sad. I can't imagine working in a part-time position for that long. For one, I can't imagine that it would even come close to paying the bills. Also, wouldn't you get frustrated knowing that there's pretty much no chance of promotion or raises?
Maybe it's a personality thing. Maybe some people are really fine staying put or at least complacent enough to stay. I guess I just don't understand that type of thinking.
While that's funny in a sense, it's also really sad. I can't imagine working in a part-time position for that long. For one, I can't imagine that it would even come close to paying the bills. Also, wouldn't you get frustrated knowing that there's pretty much no chance of promotion or raises?
Maybe it's a personality thing. Maybe some people are really fine staying put or at least complacent enough to stay. I guess I just don't understand that type of thinking.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
city girl in the country?
Even though I grew up in the country, somehow, I'm much more of a city girl. I usually explain it by the fact that my mom is from Southern California, but in reality, that's probably not the reason since mom is not really a city girl herself.
While I can't quite explain why I am this way, I do know that I respond to the country like most city people respond to the country. If I'm in a rural area for too long, I start to feel stressed and antsy. I'm just itching to see more people, more diversity, more buildings, more traffic... Rural areas may be peaceful in the short term, but in the long term, they make me really jittery. I guess that's how people who are more comfortable in the country feel when they're in the city.
Like I said, I have no real explanation for it, but there's something that pulls me to the city.
While I can't quite explain why I am this way, I do know that I respond to the country like most city people respond to the country. If I'm in a rural area for too long, I start to feel stressed and antsy. I'm just itching to see more people, more diversity, more buildings, more traffic... Rural areas may be peaceful in the short term, but in the long term, they make me really jittery. I guess that's how people who are more comfortable in the country feel when they're in the city.
Like I said, I have no real explanation for it, but there's something that pulls me to the city.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
the new kid
I've been thinking about this lately for some pretty obvious reasons, and I've decided that being the new person at work is very much like being the new kid at school.
the new kid at school:
Everyone knows your name right away, but you struggle for weeks to remember who's who.
the new person at work:
Everyone knows your name right away, but you struggle for weeks to remember who's who.
the new kid at school:
Other kids ask you to sit by them at lunch and play with them at recess.
the new person at work:
Your new co-workers will take turns taking you to lunch and ask you if you want to join their book club.
the new kid at school:
After a while, your novelty as the new kid wears off, and the other kids no longer flock to you as if you had magical powers (that is unless you've been deemed popular).
the new person at work:
After a while, your novelty as the new person in the office wears off, and your co-workers let you make your own lunch plans.
the new kid at school:
Even though you're making new friends, you still miss your old friends and feel lonely once and a while.
the new person at work:
Even though you're constantly surrounded by co-workers, you still miss your old friends and feel lonely once and a while.
the new kid at school:
Everyone knows your name right away, but you struggle for weeks to remember who's who.
the new person at work:
Everyone knows your name right away, but you struggle for weeks to remember who's who.
the new kid at school:
Other kids ask you to sit by them at lunch and play with them at recess.
the new person at work:
Your new co-workers will take turns taking you to lunch and ask you if you want to join their book club.
the new kid at school:
After a while, your novelty as the new kid wears off, and the other kids no longer flock to you as if you had magical powers (that is unless you've been deemed popular).
the new person at work:
After a while, your novelty as the new person in the office wears off, and your co-workers let you make your own lunch plans.
the new kid at school:
Even though you're making new friends, you still miss your old friends and feel lonely once and a while.
the new person at work:
Even though you're constantly surrounded by co-workers, you still miss your old friends and feel lonely once and a while.
Monday, November 14, 2005
waiting to watch the fall
Have you ever felt that people were just waiting for you to screw up so that they could feel vindicated in some sense? I hate that feeling.
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