Today was that day.
With school just around the corner, literally, it's been full steam ahead for the Rec Center and IM/Club Sports in Salukiville. All of the student workers and professional staff (that's me! woo!) are going through emergency procedures, employee policies, customer service, sexual harassment etc, etc, etc.
Preach, Tina. Preach.
We spent all day in various sessions for staff training. ALL DAMN DAY. Breakfast at 7:30am (Why are they so so cruel??), trainingtrainingyawntrain, lunch, trainingsittingtrainingpowerpointpowerpointpowerpoint GAG and then dinner.
At least they fed us.
The highlight of the day was hanging out with the other GAs. One of the girls, Kaylee, I have gotten pretty close with. We were tent mates on the camping trip and I am so glad she is around. She's little and sweet, with a southern accent as she's from Kentucky, but she is full of sass and wit. She's a riot and I mean that in the best way. Whenever we had some down time we would chat and we somehow ended up on the topic of Sassypants.
Backstory: My nickname by my previous boss at davis was 'Sassypants'. I tend to over react and maybe voice my opinion slightly too much. But I like to think of it as a a charming characteristic. *wink*
So Kaylee and I are talking about how our perspective sassiness. She has this particular look that warns of a sassy episode and my boss used to say that I had to tone down the sassy pants before coming into work. Soon we're having fits of giggles and making up names of other people. For instance, the director was giving the opening little talk and he had this part where he emphasized customer service and being the best staff ever, blah blah. So we called him 'bossy pants'. Lane has a sometimes odd sarcastic sense of humor and he definitely can be well, for lack of better words, sassy. So we call him 'sarcassy pants'.
We're mature. Obvi.
But it was fun to goof around and to let my coworkers and new friends see the real "Sassypants" in me. Don't get me wrong, I can be professional and I know when it's business time. But I'm pretty silly and I don't think that's a bad thing. Nor do I think my friends think that it's a problem either.
Soon the fun had to end and we make our way to the sessions and trainings. So we go back to the grind. Oh joy.
But get this. Now that I am an official graduate assistant I have an entire staff of my own. 17 IM/Club Sports supervisors that will answer to me and Bridgett. Our boss, Lane, is still a very present figure but he delegates most if not all of the work on us. Which means we get to train the sups on how to do their job.
Wait. Shut. Up.
I just got here. 2 weeks ago, TODAY I had just driven into Carbondale.
You want me to train the undergrads how to do a job I don't even know how to do?
So Bridgett and I go about training our staff all the in's and out's of all things Salukiville IM sports. Luckily for me, Bridge (her nickname by me) took the wheel and pretty much led the whole presentation. Whew. I wanted to sneak to the back and take notes but alas, I had to stand up in front and put on a poker face and act like I knew my stuff. Oh ya, ok. totally. sure. sounds good... I got this. But inside I was like that minion. Whaaaaaa??
I think I was able to do a good enough job that the undergrads were never in the know. Fake it til you make it, baby.
And after all the seriousness was done and over I got a chance to mingle and get to know some of the students. They're a pretty cool group, and can't believe I left Cali for C-dale. (Sometimes, me neither.) We're talking and I'm telling my story and making jokes (usually at my own expense, it's easy when you're the outsider) and I think that I have the approval from some of them. Well, I mean, they obviously like me, I'm awesome. Duh.
But when we all left dinner one of the girls asked if I was going out tonight. As my boss's boss was within ear shot I said maybe and then added a wink. She laughed and said 'I like you, let me know where you go and we can meet up."
And Sassypants wins again.
To be continued!
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