Hello again, friends! Things have gotten away from me yet again, and I have yet to call the Comcast people to come install internet and cable in my cute little apartment. I promise it’ll happen soon. It has to; I’m kind of over this whole checking my e-mail from a parking lot business. The practical part of me is enjoying it’s free-ness. The other side of me thinks that it probably breaks some sort of law or more — and yes, I just dredged that word out of the part of my memory that stores information from a high school sociology class. It just seems so wrong to sit in your car in a parking lot and check your e-mail and Facebook and update your blog, but here we are. And did I mention it’s free?
Things are still going well at work. I’ve jumped right into the swing of things and am slowly but surely learning enough to answer questions from parents, give tours, and talk to prospective students and their families. The good thing is that for the first time in almost a year, I’m working in a fully-staffed office, and everyone is beyond helpful. Also, I’ve found that as long as you explain you’ve only been working here for two weeks, you’re good; people are very encouraging and much more comfortable with you saying, “You know, I’m not quite sure about that. Remind me when we get back to the office, and we’ll get you an answer.”
Sometimes, I feel like there’s a multitude of people whom I should thank for all the knowledge I have managed to ascertain throughout my short professional career. For example, I should thank the New Student Orientation directors with whom I worked in college for giving very thorough customer service training. And I should thank my computer information systems professor for taking time to teach Access, even though I couldn’t help but think, “Who uses this?” the whole time I was learning it. I should thank a ton of the admissions counselors with whom I’ve worked for training me well and preparing for this career path. Most importantly, though, I should thank my admissions counselor; without her, I wouldn’t have gone to my alma mater, and, problems and all, I can’t imagine being an alumna of any other school. Also, I wouldn’t have known what a great counselor is, and I wouldn’t have known what I wanted to be.
I’m constantly grateful that I do something I love for a living, but I’m also constantly awed that this is what I’ve chosen to do with my life (for now). It’s rare to find something you love so early on in your professional life, I think, and I’m happy that I did. And regardless of the situation — I mean, honestly, I never thought I could work at another school, yet here I am. — I’m proud of what I do, and I’m so, so happy to be doing this.
I don’t know why I felt the need to share that … I just did.
