Update: The parking lot attendant just come in with six longstem red roses in a vase. I’m so embarrassed! But it’s sweet. I don’t know who was blushing more, him or me. And when he left, I crawled under my desk and died.
My job at Heartland is still stretching me. And it’s soooo glamorous.
Wednesday, I “got to” put on a hard hat and tromp through the construction mess of the new Conrad Hotel (one of only 5 in the USA, and only 22 in the world!), looking very official and important. I think the construction workers just thought I was a snobby prude. Little do they know that I am even less likely to ever afford to stay there than they are.
Next week, I “get to” run the video projector at a board-hosted dinner where we schmooze rich people for donations. Usually, we office pee-ons are not invited, but they needed me to be the techy, so now I get to schmooze, too. That’s a scary thought – “I got my dad a tie just like that at Goodwill last week!”
Next month, I “get to” go on a speaking engagement to the Indy East Rotary Club. I’ll be nervously talking about Heartland in front of a small group… at the Golden Corral Buffet. I hope they give me a microphone, or I may have to create a megaphone with my notes. “Let’s send Maryann on this one, so she can get her feet wet.” Wet with gravy, maybe.
I can’t believe Tony Dungee is speaking in Chapel at AU on Tuesday. How come they get the Colt’s head coach, new dorms and a revamped coffee shop and all we got was The Majestic with her big hair and greasy old chicken strips?
I think I’ll go, just to spite everyone. I’ll even take a Chapel card like I’m a student and tell the “powers that be” just what I think. I’ll get there early so some poor student can’t get a seat and will have to pay $50 and go on Chapel probation… *insert evil laughter*