We're all gathered at our weekly informal staff meeting this afternoon and going around the table with updates on what we're working on. A boring, infinitely unnecessary ritual that I think we all keep up for appearance's sake. Around and around we go until it's my turn, at which point I mention that among the mound of work I'm buried under, I have award certificates to do.
"Oh, you do those now?" one of the directors ask.
"Uh, yes. I've done them since I began," I reply quietly.
At which point my direct supervisor announces, "it's just a template."
Thanks for the vote of confidence. I feel very special that I can transform a template at the age of 26, thankyouverymuch. Thank God I spent all that time and money getting a college degree.
Baking Bread: Attempt Number One
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