December 15, 2014
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The Road to 65, Mile 17: The Office Party
December 15, 2014- Yesterday evening, I attended a Red Cross office Christmas Party, at the lovely home of one of the lead volunteers. It was about seven miles out in the country, and the home was both modern and cozy. I haven’t attended very many office gatherings, over the years, but I have embarrassed myself only once, back in the drinking-problem days, when I was first in Graduate School. Since then, it’s been a nice learning curve of honour and respect.
We had a nice assortment of foods, and I brought my bubbly cranberry (non-alcoholic). The two dogs present kept us on our toes, vis-a-vis placement of food. Several photos were taken, and I was not in any of them- being just happy to converse with several people, on a variety of topics. The party game was “Janga”, of which I opted out, being of not the greatest fine-motor coordination. I am applying for a position within our office, so hopefully my not playing won’t prove to be this year’s equivalent of “You didn’t drink the boss’s brand of beer.”
This brings me to the position. I have looked over the specs for this job, and I have a vision for it, which I will lay out, first on the application, and later, with my wider audience. One of my siblings once upbraided me for rarely delivering on my promises, in the work world. He was largely correct, but I did, in the 1990’s, implement and administer a Comprehensive, Competency-based Guidance program. Sure, it was part of a national trend, yet the teachers and I made it work, tailored to our school’s local conditions. I can do that again. Being much better at playing well with others than I used to be, is a big deal.
The new position would revamp my plans for the next six years or so. I would free-lance travel a lot less, but the stability would make my eventual journeys a whole lot more comfortable, when they happen. I would definitely be out and about, a lot, though, in my territory of northwestern Arizona. A good life involves a series of adjustments, and many of those are self-determined.
Comments (4)
Sounds like an interesting opportunity - and a job that would suit you. I'll send good vibrations your way. Not everyone can play the games at parties - otherwise who would keep the dogs out of the punch bowl?? hehe!
The dogs surely were everywhere. Mostly, they just wanted whatever food the rest of us were having. My vigilance focused on chicken skins and bones, and pizza cheese.
I'm not steady enough for Janga either.
Shaky hands, and shakier self-concepts, abound, John.
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