forces at play

This afternoon the head of the HR department came out to interview a colleague about an incident, and requested me to witness the interview.  It is bizarre to me that the head of HR even knows who I am, let alone wants me to sit in on his confidential investigation meeting.  I am not sure what I have done to earn his trust in this regard, and not sure I really want to be trusted in this way.  Regardless, I sat in on the interview and tried not to say or do anything to give away the fact that I am secretly clueless.

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Later in the day, I received an email from the Vice Principal who said she would like to meet with me as the head of the counselling department.  This was also a strange invitation because I see the VP every day and talk to her all the time, which makes me wonder what could possibly be going on that makes her want a more formal meeting with me.  Perhaps it is something as mundane as drawing up an invigilation schedule for exams.  But perhaps something fascinating is about to happen.

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Tomorrow morning I am attending a workshop on Dialectical Behaviour Therapy, which I think will be interesting.  And then Wednesday-Friday I will be at a course, learning about managing clients' anger.  Also interesting.  I love the part of my job that allows me to keep getting more education all the time.

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This past weekend Shawn went camping with Big J, and I had an adventure of my own, mostly involving Moscow Mules, a drink that I'd never had before (strange).  These adventures leave me elated and bereft.  I do not know how to reconcile that at all.

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hung parliament

I just reread something I wrote in 2013 about CM's first day of work.  I remember being struck by her sharpness; her sharp clothes, her sharp shoes, her sharp voice and sharp mind.  And I remember feeling soft in my comfortable faded jeans, soft cotton shirt, soft voiced, soft headed.

Six years later I have claimed some of my own sharpness.  If nothing else, I own some collars and some sharp looking shoes.  (I wear them when I am feeling particularly soft.)  But it doesn't come naturally or easily.  It comes from studying people like CM and trying to emulate what it looks like to be an adult, or to have one's own philosophy of life.  But perhaps in my case growing into my adulthood is about owning the fact that I am not a sharp woman.  I am not practical and clear-minded and determined.  I am more drifty than that.  I am someone who looks out the window a lot.  I am someone is happiest on Saturday mornings with nothing to do and no one to see, except puppies and  I am comfortable hanging out in my pajamas at 4:00 in the afternoon.

The union has given me permission to take two courses this year instead of the usual one, so I have signed up for one about managing clients' anger, and a second one on advanced mediation skills.  I hope to eventually acquire full accreditation for all these courses.   I seem to like collecting certifications that I don't use.)


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