| Journal Example - David Bellany (PB) |
[12 Mar 2008|04:09pm] |
I promised myself I would clean out my office. That the piles of paper stacked on the end of my desk would be put away. That the books piled on the end of the couch would be placed on the shelf. And that all the extra dress shirts and ties I had stashed in the closet would be taken home and washed and pressed. None of that happened. Not when I had new students to evaluate and start files on. Not when there were donuts in the lounge. With sprinkles no less.
I haven't had many visitors this semester yet. It's not that unusual. Newer students don't know me yet and don't feel comfortable, and I understand. I try to roam the school grounds when I don't have any appointments. Talk to teachers and staff. Get an idea of what's going on. It's a nice way to meet students too. Most of them know me as the 'resident shrink' and don't realize I'm not out to get them. It helps that I've started coaching soccer. Most of them get to know me as a coach before they have to come to me with their problems.
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| Journal Example - Paisley Scott (PB) |
[12 Mar 2008|04:07pm] |
There's typing and filing and phone calls to anyone and everyone. My job is not as rewarding as some. I don't get to see my memos in the paper the next morning. I'm not gonna get the Pulitzer for my 80 words per minute. I'm also pretty sure that no matter what you call me, secretary or assistant or whatever, that all I basically am is a slave. I'm just missing the shackles that chain me to my desk.
I brought donuts into the office today. Not just plain glazed, I went all out. Sprinkles, chocolate, cream filled, jelly filled...you name it, I got it. And what thanks do I get? None. None at all. Nobody even saved me one. How sad is it that a gal can't even get at one of her donuts before the pastry hungry inhabitants of the newsroom? Thank goodness for the stash of Nutrigrain bars in my desk, but those don't taste as good as sprinkles.
Maybe someone will surprise me and bring me lunch. I'm craving Chinese. Hint, hint, hint.
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