What I Do All Day

I work for a community college in Maryland. While working here in the last two and half years I’ve learned the importance of being part of a community and learned that a person can wake up and love going to work every day. — Well most days. Those rainy days make it suck getting out of bed.

The college has a lot of events for staff/faculty/students and their families. Since I started working here I’ve taken Connor to events like Movie Under the Stars, Halloween Safe Night, Breakfast with Santa and Easter Egg Hunts. He’s also been to my office a couple of times so he knows where I “work” when I drop him off at daycare.

On Friday evening the college hosted the Kenya Safari Acrobats. I took Connor and he was amazed pretty much the whole time. The night ended with him and his friend dancing in the aisle and pretending to be acrobats. He even got to high-five the acrobats before we left.

I found myself sitting in the shade at lunch today in the back of a parking lot reading and enjoying my acorn squash soup. Mid-reading a thought popped into my head, “I wonder what Connor thinks I do all day at work.”

Does he think I have lunch with Santa?

Does he think I walk around building to building hunting for Easter Eggs?

Do I spend my weekly Wednesday morning meeting watching a movie out in the quad?

Do I find myself wandering a “haunted trail” put together in the dinning hall?

Do we have team building exercises with acrobats – stacking chairs and balancing on the tops of them?

I gave myself quite a giggle thinking of all the possibilities that could go through his head if he really ever stopped to think about it.

Everything mentioned above sounds like a blast. Maybe I should put in a request to my boss.


4 thoughts on “What I Do All Day

  1. Well, if it is of any help, my daughters thought that I was also going to school after dropping them off. They thought my boss was my teacher. Ask him, I am sure that he will have interesting theories about your job!

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