No evaluation today. Mess up with Lotus Notes… or me.
There is a new female type staff person in Upward Bound. Pat and I went over to look at her computer, which I installed Lotus on yesterday, and which is having a start-up conflict with McAfee, and we started talking. Come to find out she grew up in Huron, just one town over from Vermilion, where I grew up, on the beautiful south shores of Lake Erie. A great place for a kid to grow up!
Anyway, she is 35, pretty, fit, smart, absolutely great personality, spent time in the Peace Corp in Botswana, is a teacher, was living in Flag Staff three months ago where she worked with Upward Bound, decided to move back to Akron to spend time with her family, especially her nieces and nephews, was a joy to talk with, did I mention she was pretty… and fit, a catch for any worth while guy. But, for whatever reason, I’m not on her team.
This is one of those times where I wish I was straight – she would be a great catch! Oh, and she is pretty and fit – did I say that already? Why do these things always happen? Not to sound conceited or anything, but women just fall for me (I know it sounds conceited!). Where are the same kind of males? Where are they? Where?
So, I have a voice male message after returning to my cubicle in another building from Geri, the Director of Upward Bound, and she said something like, “Guess who thinks you’re really cute? I can’t say, but she said she really wants to get to know you! Call me if you want to find out who it is. Call me on my cell phone.” Of course, you have to image the tone and inflection of her voice being sing-songy, almost like a high school girl. Geri gets a kick out of match-making, I think. Well, it was her, the new staff person. She is the one. Great. Boy, I wish I was straight – did I mention she was really pretty and fit? Geri told her to have a lot of computer problems for some one-on-one time. Thanks!
I would like to get to know her more. She seems like a great person – very interesting. I will, but not in that kind of way. It is an easy let down when I tell a girl who is interested in me that I’m gay. That way it isn’t about her, not a rejection of her, it’s all about me.
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I hate performance reviews! It’s kind of a moot point right now, since I will be gone in August. Who the heck cares, aside from the knowledge of how others see my work and effort. I guess I am interested in that, since I always have a tendency to under estimate myself. Well, I said the same thing last year and here I am, still at Kent (which isn’t a bad thing by any means). Anyway, I’m not much into it this morning. This year’s review is 9 pages long. Nine! Gad. Nothing much more then a bunch of check-marks. Forget all that writing. Forget about the planned professional development. Forget about strategic planning. Forget about any thing that takes more then two seconds of mental energy. Besides, my Dean said that for my review this year, there isn’t not much will come of it.
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