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I realized yesterday that I love my job. I've wanted to work in a flower shop for as long as I can remember and, now that I do, I'm happy doing it. I actually enjoy picking leaves and pollen off flowers, and emptying water buckets, and wrapping bouquets. I have three cuts on my hand from rose thorns and I'm happy. Randi and Brewer have warned me that my job might be at stake though, because the company has too many part-time people working, and I could get axed. I must assert myself to my boss and request more hours (and that perhaps he should fire the people who care less than I do).
Here is a colored calla lily.
It's very pretty.
But look at the stem once it's been cut. It splits into four sections and starts curling.
It's like hair. You can pull the curls out and they bounce back.
I am Neville.
Does this make me a bad PEG? Am I destined to be a housewife in Iowa? I'm not really concerned, but it makes me wonder about the PEGs who didn't really do amazing things once they graduated. They get judged harshly for not making themselves look better, almost as if they must not respect themselves if they aren't doing great things. I'm not the competitive kind of PEG because I learned quickly that there are others more knowledgeable than myself, particularly (amazingly) in subjects I don't care about. So, while I worry that maybe I've let myself down, I'm still immensely proud of you future doctors and lawyers and organic farmers and photographers and UN ambassadors and wives and designers because you're secretly extensions of myself and dammit, but I'm doing a lot of cool things.
It reminds of when Andi, Randi, and I decided to open a collective PEG account on eHarmony. Together, we spoke about 10 languages and lived in 8 countries and had 40 professions and were about 1,000 years old. That's how I think of PEG all the time. To me, it's just as awesome to know the president of the company as it is to be the president of the company.
All in all though, maybe I should finish my thesis.
I realized yesterday that I love my job. I've wanted to work in a flower shop for as long as I can remember and, now that I do, I'm happy doing it. I actually enjoy picking leaves and pollen off flowers, and emptying water buckets, and wrapping bouquets. I have three cuts on my hand from rose thorns and I'm happy. Randi and Brewer have warned me that my job might be at stake though, because the company has too many part-time people working, and I could get axed. I must assert myself to my boss and request more hours (and that perhaps he should fire the people who care less than I do).
Here is a colored calla lily.
It's very pretty.
But look at the stem once it's been cut. It splits into four sections and starts curling.
It's like hair. You can pull the curls out and they bounce back.
I am Neville.
Does this make me a bad PEG? Am I destined to be a housewife in Iowa? I'm not really concerned, but it makes me wonder about the PEGs who didn't really do amazing things once they graduated. They get judged harshly for not making themselves look better, almost as if they must not respect themselves if they aren't doing great things. I'm not the competitive kind of PEG because I learned quickly that there are others more knowledgeable than myself, particularly (amazingly) in subjects I don't care about. So, while I worry that maybe I've let myself down, I'm still immensely proud of you future doctors and lawyers and organic farmers and photographers and UN ambassadors and wives and designers because you're secretly extensions of myself and dammit, but I'm doing a lot of cool things.
It reminds of when Andi, Randi, and I decided to open a collective PEG account on eHarmony. Together, we spoke about 10 languages and lived in 8 countries and had 40 professions and were about 1,000 years old. That's how I think of PEG all the time. To me, it's just as awesome to know the president of the company as it is to be the president of the company.
All in all though, maybe I should finish my thesis.