7:46 p.m. - 2004-11-17
smurfs and oreos.
So, my interview went well today. I met with four people: a doctor of Rhuematology, a stewardship officer who does a lot of support/clerical work, a major gift officer who works directly with major donors and of course, my potential boss.
The day began with me and a map. The directions there, courtesy of Jen Baird and Sonectics Inc., got me there in record time. Not a single wrong turn. I even had time to pull into a parking lot and review my notes a little.
I pulled up to a valet parking stand, which i had been instructed to do, and they said "Sorry, we're full." I smiled sweetly and said "Oh no, I'm on a list." and gave them my name. This worked marvelously, because apparently they had my name on the list. I got out and waited for my escort (my potential supervisor.) She arrived and we went all around the hospital/medical center, pausing at various locations for my meetings with the people listed above. Long story short, all went really well. The only bad part is that when I got to the car, I looked in the rear view mirror, and noticed that somehow, my mascara had managed to run about an inch down from my eyelashes. BLACK. I looked like a football player. I have no idea how this happened. I neither cried nor laughed more heartily than a polite chuckle here and there. I was never out in the rain. I have no idea how or when this happened. It just wouldn't fit quite right if there was a completely incident-free event in my life, would it?
Here is some alarming news. 8 year olds don't know what "Smurfs" are. Yup, face it. We're old. I referred to "a smurf" today to an 8 year old and no recoginition passed over her face. I said "Smurfs, you know...Smurfs!" Shaking of the head. Blank look. Eee gads! I pulled them up on the internet...pictures and pictures of smurfs and showed them to her. Nope. Nothing. Nada. This was her first smurf experience. I mean, I'm not exactly what you would call a smurf enthusiast. I don't have any smurf tattoos or any smurf figurines. I don't have special DVDs of smurf episodes. I was never Smurfette for halloween, although, that may only be because I've never thought of it. Perhaps I have an idea there. I'll need about 97 young male participants and one grandpa to make a real show of it next October. Anyway, the point is...we should be telling the children about the smurfs. Shouldn't we? I mean, otherwise, the smurfs is just a few years away from becoming an OBSCURE REFERENCE instead of general knowledge. That is scary to me.
In the words of an old fmaily friend who is now sort of not a family friend anymore....
"Little girls have pretty curls....but I like Oreos."
