I just spent equal amounts of time on writing two letters:
A reference for a colleague who has been nominated for a President’s Award for Excellence
A reply to a note from a student demanding that we provide free scotch tape because she pays tuition.
And I cannot help but stop to think… THIS? This is my job?
Yes. Yes it is. And I have to do all the strange, incongruous, deeply important pieces of it with as much grace and skill as I can muster, even when I cannot quite see the depth of their importance. Because you never know where your choices will land. You never know which words will be heard. You never know who’s watching, what they need, or how they feel about what you’ve done.
There’s no place for flip in this job of mine… except maybe in today’s staff meeting, which was pretty loose and filled with laughter. But even then, I wonder what people remember, what verbal misstep I may have made, and how loose is too loose?
All I can do is my best.
But I’m still not providing free tape.