Office Space

I got surprised with an opportunity to work some extra hours this morning. So here I sit, making up new kitchen rosters, answering phones, and delivering mail. Sadly, I adore it.

Much of my current life is dedicated to the eternal quest of the student - writing. I go to classes, I read articles, I write, I go to the library. Well, I really enjoy just being a simple little adult. It's not much of a job (or at least, I would hate it as a career) because I don't even do the full receptionist duties. I just make new pots of coffee, empty the dishwasher and do busy work, but it's nice to be in an office and have people be your equal.

Sure, sure, most people here are more professional than I, but you know how it goes: the receptionist is a good person to have on your good side. I can arrange things. Plus, it's just a good place to work; people treat you well because that's what you do.

Sigh. When do I get to be an adult for real and not just for pretend? Whose idea was this grad school thing anyway?