Remember back in college when one of your classmates had something in common with the instructor... something specialized... like a cool job or common background? They were instant friends and always had something to chat about, because of this connection? That was never me.
I was so damn jealous of people who seemed so natural when chatting with the prof about this or that. My mode has always been to be so nervous I would get choked up. In recent years, it's been not quite as bad. Mainly because I'm a busy woman and don't give a damn what the prof thinks of me.
Perhaps that's where this break occured. Because now I'm the one that the prof wants to chat with after class... makes lots of side-comments to in class... Since I'm Dorothy... I guess you might be able to call him Toto? Ha... Nah... he used to be a pilot. My job supports pilots. See where I'm going with that?
This all reminds me of the day I did my programming presentation last term. Since I'd worked over 100 hours thru the term, programming my little bum off... I was totally comfortable and in fact, really willing to chat about and explain how I spent my allotted time. It also reminds me of yesterday, when my supervisor accused me of not doing my entire job the other day. And since I never cut corners... I was able to prove to him that I did not, and he had to make an apology. Now, since I know what I'm talking about and am more prepared than ever before.... maybe it's my ease and knowledge that prompts people to talk to me.
I'm not used to being the one that everyone wants to hang with. Two people approached me to do the class project. Two women. Two women on the face of this earth approached Dorothy, Not of Kansas. It's a monumental occasion. They are not jealous, and they certainly feel that I must have some kind of intelligence. To be honest... I'm really believing it too (big grin).
So tomorrow is the big day: I'm going to California to collect my birthday gifts. Okay, okay... to see Mister Wonderful and little Miss Kiki Wonderful! I'm not anxious about turning "over 30". I love them both, and I'm certain it will be a wonderful and romantic weekend. Perhaps MW will garner a first name this weekend? If he plays his cards right... I'll call him Romeo...
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Good for you, ya little cutie pie! I am so proud of you and thrilled-to-pieces you shared that about chix approaching you. Here's me a tiny little bit jealous, but thrilled THRILLED, I say, that you are kicking ass in your life.
ily
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