A Gold Star

Today, was the day I had been waiting for. All the suffering, the agony. The incredibly stupid question after incredibly stupid question about all this governing stuff. It's been three weeks since I started my job at the state capitol. Being in a state legislature was nothing that had ever crossed my mind. Ever.

I think that is why I love it so much.

Afterall, I am a writer. I am a voice. I am a salesperson. I am an organizer, an event planner, and a good-timer. None of these things, I thought were what it takes to be working for the people. But, it does.

Today was where it all came together.

You know how Mondays are. They suck. For whatever reason, they just suck. Even if you really like your job, like I do, MONDAYS SUCK. For one thing, I've two days to myself, to do what I want, free-will as I may. If I don't do the things I need to do, there are consequences, of course. But those are my consequences to own. On Monday, I belong to the people. And, damn, the people are fucking demanding!

Schools are going to loose investing in their children if they aren't funded, children are being taken away from family members to live with others, eldery have no one else to call but their closest representative about their problems. The people have many needs. And we must take care of them.

This morning, I felt bitchy. I hate that ravaging self of mine- the one with claws and sharp teeth, and a voice made with a hissing sound. But I knew who I was when I woke up, and I knew it was going to be "one of those days." Fortunately, it really wasn't. Personally, this could be because of one or two things.

1) I was repremanded by someone who acted more bitchy than I felt.

2) I was so busy, I couldn't even try to be a bitch. It would be too much effort in the wrong area.

Then, the opportunity of glory was upon me. I had a committee. The first committee I attended, of which, notes I was to be takin'. And do you know what I did? I took those notes, I did. And I turned them around in lightening speed. My deadlines were 30 minutes too early, I realized after I whipped them shits out. That's right. And for the rest of the day, I received compliments and accolades for a job well done. I didn't even know what I did, but wow, I felt like I had done something really great. I still don't really know what I did, except do what I was told.

I honestly dont think this is anything significant, though to be recognized by my peers and colleagues felt really great. Like a Sally Field moment.