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elspethdixon) wrote2006-07-16 06:27 pm
elspethdixon) wrote2006-07-16 06:27 pm
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No More Airport
Sarah is home from the Academy for her three weeks of summer vacation. The dog is ecstatic to have the whole pack home; she keeps herding the four of us in to one room and barking if anyone tries to leave. It's precious.
Yesterday was my last day at the airport. After almost exactly a year as the airport secretary/officemanager/rent-a-cessna-girl, I'm not sure how I feel about leaving. Yes, I'm glad to be going to grad school, and yes, work was stressful as hell sometimes (witness the stammer/stutter I acquired from somewhere over the past year), but I'm going to miss the airport, too. I also feel guilty for not doing a better job while I was there, since I really don't perform under presure well, and suck at all things involving telephones.
Now I have to find myself a part-time job in College Park, so that I can afford to keep the new apartment I'm moving in to tomorrow. I wonder if the College Park Aviation musuem needs anyone... (probably not)
Yesterday was my last day at the airport. After almost exactly a year as the airport secretary/officemanager/rent-a-cessna-girl, I'm not sure how I feel about leaving. Yes, I'm glad to be going to grad school, and yes, work was stressful as hell sometimes (witness the stammer/stutter I acquired from somewhere over the past year), but I'm going to miss the airport, too. I also feel guilty for not doing a better job while I was there, since I really don't perform under presure well, and suck at all things involving telephones.
Now I have to find myself a part-time job in College Park, so that I can afford to keep the new apartment I'm moving in to tomorrow. I wonder if the College Park Aviation musuem needs anyone... (probably not)