hi.
i suppose now would be an inappropriate time to act coy, as i am the one who started all this. ah, well. the vagaries of life.
growing up the fourth out of five kiddlies in a small town in iowa, i've learned that sometimes you need to shout to be heard. other times all it takes is a sharp object flung at the intended recipient of your statement. i'm serious. i'm amazed i lived past the age of 7.
but here i am, alone in the metropolis of madison. okay, the big city of madison. shoot, i guess i'll have to go with village of madison, regis. final answer.
it is, however, a long ways from a childhood where we never locked our doors, played at our local park until all hours of the night, and knew all of our neighbors (remember block parties? i thought not.).
nevertheless, here i am, pursuing my dream of being the best damn secretary i can be. what, you ask? i've heard of some pretty kooky dreams in my time, but a secretary? well, to each his own. i'll have you know that i take pride in being able to make coffee, copy documents, file said documents, answer phones, set up meeting rooms, publish the weekly newsletter and make sure the bathrooms are fully stocked with toilet paper simultaneously and with a smile. and i'm not even joking. that's what i do.
but, like every good secretary, i've got dreams of becoming more.
you heard it here first, folks. what i really want to do is direct. |
