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A story of Wine, among other things


It’s weird working at the school you went to only a semester ago.  Working at the college is infinitely different than attending it for many reasons.  Some reasons include the way I have lots of work, but no homework at all.  The other is how the semester passes, and I’m not really involved in it.  It’s happening around me, but I am not a participant.  I’m not aware of add dates, midterms, clubs, tests.   There is also the authority thing.  Before, everyone assumed I was twenty one and just like them.  Now I wear the weight of my thirty one years, and I am Someone To Listen To.  This, and my hilarious new boss, have been the best things.

Event season is upon us, starting with the Cirque Du Solei symposium in two weeks.  My boss, Liz,  and I spent an hour last Friday in BevMo, on a wine field trip.

“Um… are both of those carts yours?” the employee asked when he saw us, cases of wine and champagne piled high.

“Yup, both ours,” we said.

“Having a party?” he said.

“We’re stocking up for the whole semester,” I said by way of making things better somehow.  I don’t think the guy believed it.  Still, he helped us load down Liz’s cherry red car and we drove back to the college.  I had a place cleared for all nine cases the corner of my office, in the warren that is the basement of historic Smith Hall.  We called the two student workers to come over with the dolly and transport it for us.  They wheeled the dolly gleefully out to Liz’s car, and made a plan for getting it through the door.

“I don’t think we have to load it off the dolly when we go down the stairs,” said Marcus.  “The wheels are big.  I think we can just back it down, if we’re really careful.”

“I don’t know,” I said.  “Are you sure that will work?  I mean, there’s a lot of wine, and it will be heavy.”

“No, I’m pretty sure we can make it work,” he said.

“Meh, okay,” I said.  “I will trust to your expertise.”

“Wait, what did you just say to me?” he said.

“Um… I’ll trust your expert opinion?” I said.

“Wow, I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.  Did you hear that?” he nudged the other student worker, ” I’m an expert.”

Yup.  Sometimes this authority thing is fun.

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Not for the Library Card


I got a new job.  I’m at Disney too, still, for twenty hours a week.  But I have a new job!  You’ll never guess where I’m working.  That’s right, it’s Chapman University.  I’ll be working for the College of Performing Arts, and I’m very excited about it.

Events!  New Buildings!  Business Clothes!  Theater!  Musicians!  Dancers! Really Cool Boss!

On my first day of Senior Thesis, professor Slayton had us all write down things we hated about Chapman and asked us to introduce ourselves and say our thing.  When it was my turn, I honestly couldn’t think of anything. 

“Really?” he said.  “Well, I have good news for you.  At the end of your time you can go to HR and they’ll give you a blazer and let you tell everyone how great it is.”  Slayton is a blonde, bearded, very loud New Yorker.    

We all laughed. 

I’m glad it’s become prophetic.  I never wanted to leave.   And I’ll have you know that I didn’t take the job just for the library card (Interlibrary Loan, I’m back!!!!).

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Today, I graduate.  I have always been a believer that thanks and props should be public, especially when they involve Brian, and especially because the rest of our relationship is fairly private.  Without his support, this day would not have arrived.  Here is the contents of the card I gave him this morning:


There are many, many reasons why you are my favorite.  Your love and support while I completed my BA is just one of them.  I know it wasn’t always easy to pay bills, that our life stalled a bit, and there were whole semesters sometimes where we didn’t see each other.   For every fight you had with me about a paper, I want to thank you.  There were so many nights that your encouraging words were all that was between me and despair.

I will always remember the night we lit candles in the piazza with the incoming class, and the night we danced to the band at Senior Convocation, or the thousands of magical Chapman moments in between. Thanks for taking this journey with me, and for sacrificing while I took it.  I love you more than is expressible.


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