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in which i give a speech
children of dune - leto 1
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So today, I graduated from Trainee to full, tenured Texas Eligibility Specialist, or Texas Works Advisor, whichever title seems more pretentious. It's pretty damn cool.

Anyway, this morning, I was told I'd be giving the speech for my class. This is--

Hmm.

In high school, I was very active in drama and One Act Play and UIL public speaking, teh latter thing I failed miserably at, since I talked too fast and tangented violently, but the acting thing was always fun. That's the--I don't get stage fright. I get the opposite--stage garrulousness. Whereas I open my mouth, and things fall out that have no business falling out.

Usually, I have no memory of it. Which is a blessing, I think. But today, Missy sat in the front row and held up a handful of Hersheys' Hugs, waggling them around temptingly. They were, she stated, my motivation. Every flub lost me a Hug.

You understand that I didn't flub *once*, right?

It was marvelous, like performing--or actually, it was performing, more or less. I'm--not very good with people unless I've practiced or they know me, but this time made up for pretty much every miserable speaking experience of my life. I was--there's a kind of freedom in being aware that they really can't fire you until they have teh new system in place and they start serious rifting. I mean, they could if I was failing, but my evaluation average was the second highest level possible, so at this point, it would be very hard. So I said what I thought, and everyone laughed appropriately, then they laughed more, and then Joy, another classmate, turned bright, bright red and couldn't stop giggling, and that just made it so much fun. I told them about my special dance of denial, when I deny a fraudulent client, and the dance of certification, which is when the damn program works and the case clears after only minimal tinkering, and how while I wouldn't call what we have to deal wiht challenges so much as waking nightmares, we had a high that no one else could get, when we could get a program to *work*, and then I went on tangent and I really have no idea what I said, but it was tremendous fun.

Then there was food, and that is the best thing ever. Anyway, now a fully certified specialist, which really doesnt' mean anything except the trainee part gets dropped off, and I had a really, *really* great day.

So. Happy.

This ends pointless entry that I'll eventually re-read to cheer myself up, since as a tenured worker, I'm now vulnerable to blitzing, which is two appointments an hour for all eight appointment hours, and I can lose my four o'clock free time to finsh cases. Which I am so not thinking about. Instead, I am thinking, I will take chocolate to work tomrrow and do my dance of chocolate happiness.


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Yay you!

It is your day of chocolate jubilee!

*smoochies*

But hey, graduation - Congrats!!!

Woohoo!

*does the dance of vicariously living through other fen*

Congratulations!

It truly is a fabulous feeling on a stage, when one has captured an audience and they are listening attentively. I can well understand that you enjoyed it, and from the sounds of it your audience enjoyed themselves as well.

After all the stuff you put up with in your state's system and still manage to write of with some humor, you deserved a day like this BIG time.

{{hugs}}

Congratulations! :applauds:

congratulations on being fully certified. :)

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