During my second week at the University, I sat in a meeting where super-higher-ups talked about how they routinely searched on-line for the University's name, read the blogs that came up and got cranky at those who wrote anything bad (employees included). And so, I've only referred to my new job as the University. Because if you search for College/University near Denver, many will come up and while I'm amazingly hyperactive at times, I do only work at one.
Magically, I've only had a good time there. Though I did see some guy peeing on a truck...but that does seem to be a big city thing. And while taking classes in half a wee cottage at Naropa was good in many ways, it is nice to have a campus bigger than a driveway. Now if only they served better hot beverages than Naropa, but that does seem to be a Colorado problem.
As I was walking the wee brick-paved path near some brick buildings, I remember why I do so love going to school. And I do so love that I'll be able to take classes after I've worked for a while. Today's story is boring and I find it strangely comforting that despite my upper-ups searches, my little story will not be on their radars.
Moral: I have received a large christmas stocking. It's full. It's August.
An Erinku:
to ignore
my planner
suddenly
free evenings
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