Student elections are going on around campus, and I think that, rhetorically, this sign is rather brilliant:
The signs are rather flimsy, and the material so thin that it flaps in the wind a little, adding even more ethos to the guy's commitment to managing money wisely.
One of the first things in my inbox this morning was an e-mail from one of the presenters at an awards reception that I was emceeing this morning saying that he wouldn't be able to make it, but providing the name of a person who would be covering for him.
Since that (original) presenter's name was in the program for the event, when the event started, I started off by holding up the program, which everyone had a copy of, and I said, "Not that this is a Broadway play, and not that this is a Playbill, but playing the role of Ron Bradley today, will be David Ladrie.
The reception went pretty smoothly, in spite of one more substitution that happened on the fly and being the nervous wreck presenter that I am, I got a little flustered, but it all worked out.
David came up in the place of Ron (as previously announced) and when he was done, he said about the next presenter I was supposed to call up, "Dan Evans is not here, so Danny Davis is going to present instead."
Although I heard everything he said, by the time he finished the sentence, I'd forgotten who he said was coming up, because all this noise in my head was going on while he was talking to me:
- Uh, oh. We're having a last minute change
- I know I don't handle last minute changes very well being an ESFJ
- Everybody's watching this happen
- I always have to stop and parse Dan Evans and Danny Davis, as they both work in the same organization and their names are somewhat similar to me
- Which one was supposed to be presenting?
- Which one did he say is presenting again?
- I hope I don't mess this up
- Why am I such a wreck?
"Danny Davis," he said.
Back to the crowd, I continued, "We've had another substitution. This one just in! And now Danny Davis will introduce Jason Myatt, who was nominated in the categories of..." and we were back on track.
In terms of professional affirmations, I received several, "Nice job" comments afterwards, which I very much appreciated.
I went right over to the refreshments and filled up a plate of crackers and cheese, as I didn't want to eat anything during the 15 minutes provided for that before the ceremony started, as 1) I didn't want to risk upsetting my stomach, and 2) I didn't want to risk shit potentially stuck in my teeth.
I went to give the director who won an award a hug, and she had so much stuff in her arms that she was struggling to make her right hand available to shake my extended one, so I said, "Oh, I'll just take a hug!" Gwen's a very approachable, huggable person, and I felt comfortable doing that.
On the way out of my building after work, I was in a rush to cross Hillsborough Street to catch one of the university buses, and I didn't want to wait for the traffic light—and therefore the "Walk" light—to change. I was standing in front of a large SUV parked on the side of the street, so I didn't have a very good view of the oncoming traffic.
I started to step out when a large vehicle came whizzing by. I thought, "Oh my god. That would have been so ironic, albeit very convenient, had I gotten hit." It was an EMS truck.
I met Joe at Caribou Coffee at 7:30, where we hung out for a couple of hours. For a short amount of the time we looked for jobs on the Rex Healthcare website that I might be qualified for.
Neither Caribou worker Bear Boy nor The Tutor were there this evening. Tawk amongst yourselves.