“Office of Graduate and Professional Studies, how can I help you?”
There. I said it without stuttering.
If you haven’t heard the news yet, here it is: I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After thirteen months in banking, I am back on our beautiful, bustling, homey campus. A shiny new parking pass swings from my rearview mirror like an old friend and I work in the basement heart of a dorm lounge, which is a strange place to process paperwork, but renovations will be beautiful she says. Her glance swings over the boxes and cramped filing cabinets that line the walls of our underground office, and I’m thankful I wasn’t hired yet when they moved here.
Two weeks ago I was greeting customers; now I greet students. They come with varying degrees of anxiety of their faces, handing in wrinkled papers that have passed through five different hands as they collected signatures. Even though I have very few answers to offer, my favorite moments have come when kindness, costing me nothing, earns me a look of sheer relief and gratitude.
I feel a lot of gratitude these days!
For work at eight, instead of seven.
For the chocolate cupcakes that my boss brought to my last day at the bank.
For the eight luxurious days I’ll have off at Christmas–stuff bankers can only dream of.
For jeans on Fridays and free coffee.
For access to thousands of books and online journals through the University library.
And best of all, I’m on campus.
Ever since graduation, I have missed the easy accessibility to the student world that made conversations with them between classes over coffee or luches a more-often thing. I was working only two miles away, but it may as well have been fifty. Now I am literally working fifteen feet below some of my friends’ dorm rooms!
Let the lunches commence!
“He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.” (Ps. 18:19)