The Lowdown

It has been two days now and I haven't done anything here at the office except stare at my computer screen, respond to the occasional email, and think about what I'll make for dinner.

Let me backtrack a little. I came into work yesterday and realized that in four weeks, all the employees in the office would be getting together to celebrate the one year anniversary of my first day. You see, all 35 of us get together once a month to toast whoever has a birthday or hiring anniversary during that particular month. It's really just an excuse to eat bagels and move the gossiping from the water cooler to the living room, but hey, I love bagels and rumors as much as the next gal so I trot myself down there along with the rest of them and pile on the cream cheese.

Pretending to be a financial consultant for a non-profit in the Midwest is interesting, to say the least. You may remember two sentences ago when I mentioned our living room. Our headquarters is located in a beautiful old house out here in the 'burbs. That's all the info I'm going to give, both in order to protect myself and those with whom I work. If there is one thing I have learned from working here so far, it is to always protect and honor. Sort of like the military, come to think of it...but I digress. Our staff of 35 is comprised of 34 women ranging in age from 22 (moi) to 80 (she happens to be my grandmother's bff), plus one lone man. No, that man is not gay, and no I don't think he's a perv. He's actually quite normal, besides the fact that he swears like a sailor (perhaps this compensates for the overall lack of testosterone?). I don't know how he happened upon this career choice, but hey, whatever floats his boat. Actually, I guess maybe we have two male employees, if you count the tech guy who stops by on Mondays and Fridays to fix whatever electronics we have managed to royally screw up while he's away. He usually leaves pretty frustrated.

So in four weeks, we will be raising a bagel to my first year here. And that pretty much scares the bejesus out of me, because this is not where I thought I would be in my life exactly one year out of college. Where would I rather be? You see, that is the million dollar question, because I really have no idea. I'm afflicted with that not-so-rare illness called IdontknowwhatIwanttodowithmylife-itis. So though I have no idea what path I want to follow, this isn't it.

For the time being, however, it pays the bills.