Business or pleasure?

For the first time ever in my life, the answer to that question is business. I'm on my very first "business trip", which is quite exciting. We're staying at the cutest BnB. Hannah inserted the cutest line from Gilmore Girls here. She also had 4 aces in her volleyball game today. What, what?!

Pay attention to the football game between ECU and Carolina tomorrow. I'll be in Greenville, sporting the Carolina blue cardigan. That's how I roll.

Speaking of football, my fantasy team is doing well so far. Let's hope this weekend fares well for my teams.

Experience to Expertise

I felt like watching Sex and the City today when I got home from work. I think that's mostly due to the fact that my favorite pair of heels broke, but there might be other reasons. I started to explain why these heels are so important to me, even got into the second paragraph of the story, before I realized that nobody actually cares what I'm going to wear this Saturday. Email me personally if you want to know. ;)

Being a recent graduate is tough territory to navigate. You don't have any real experience. This means that it's almost impossible to find a job that you can actually get excited about. If you do manage to find that one amazing job, you're horribly underqualified and you feel it every day you work there. I feel like my boss is constantly having to defend me as an employee in order to get people to take me seriously. I don't want that to have to happen. But people's assumptions about me are right, I have no experience in my field. I think I'm good(ish) at what I do, but this is all new territory and I have nothing to prove that to be the case.

In my field in particular, I feel like I'm also running the risk of having every teacher hate me. "I don't have any real teaching experience, but trust me when I say that you should teach this way." Yea, nobody wants to hear that. I'm also secretly afraid that when I'm finally old enough to have the experience that would cause people to respect me, I'll want to be a stay at home mom.

I tried to find my blog on google earlier, it proved nearly impossible. So if you're reading this, I really appreciate you. More than you can know.

P.S. I'm fully aware that my scrollbar isn't working. I almost even care enough to fix it. I cared enough to try for about 5 minutes if that makes you feel any better. Just click in the box and use your arrows if it's giving you trouble. There will probably be a new redesign in not too long.

UPDATE: The scrollbar is now working. Huzzah! Admitting that it wasn't working made me feel guilty, and motivated me to figure it out.

Adventures in the WC

This past week, I had my first "business trip". I travelled with my boss, which was fun. I like getting to know new people. Before we headed home, we ducked out of our meeting and headed for the ladies' room. We talked on the short walk down the hall, as we both entered our stalls, and the talk continued as I sat down to do my business.

Now, it is my firm belief that talking while in the bathroom should be kept to a minimum. Otherwise, I'm struck by the unavoidable feeling that I'm sitting next to somebody while peeing. When my boss is talking to me, especially about work-related things, I'm struck by the unavoidable feeling that my boss can hear me peeing.

Pippy, I've learned, is rather obsessed with the bathroom. Not only does she guard the sink until I turn on the faucet for her to drink from, but sometimes, she doesn't even let me in bathroom at all. My first night here, Nate told me that the bathroom actually belonged to Pippy, and she was only letting me use it. I've found this to be truer than I ever imagined.

Last night, for the first time, she allowed me to hold her, while I was taking care of business. She repeated this in the morning. When I told Nate and Rebecca about it, Nate told me that she loves water so much, that she worships anybody sitting on that throne. To hear more of her antics, consider reading the Pippy and Champ blog. It's good stuff.