Earlier this week, I promised to post more than once in a seven day period.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
Owing to budgetary constraints (no overtime), I am not working today until about 2 p.m. So this morning, I slept two hours later than usual, and am just awake at 8 a.m. Aaaaaahhhhh.
I have met some really wonderful people this week, all involved in the business of education, and come to know more about the artifacts of The Henry Ford than ever before. Which still means I have about 3% of the knowledge of some of our visiting scholars. And about 10% as much information to share as our wonderful presenters.
Just so you don't think I have drunk the Kool-aid, the week has not been without it's frustrations. Last year, the person who held my position did an unparalleled job. Of course, he worked 70 hours during this week, whereas, I am expected to perform the same miracle in 40 hours. Thank goodness for the other group leaders who have risen above and helped me look so good!
On Monday, I sent a text to Buddy, after I had scrambled to fit in a lunch, and was headed back to meet my group of awesome teachers. The day was sunny, hot, and very humid. My clothes had been soaked through since 7am from the many miles I put on (incidentally, I have lost seven pounds this week. I'm sure I'll put it back on before the next workshop in July), and my whole body was rebelling. I'll share that text with you, because it sums the week up perfectly:
"I am sweaty and gross and OMG I love this job."
And, as a treat, here's one of my favorite pictures from the week so far...it's from the cellar of Firestone Farm, the childhood home of Harvey Firestone, whose tires adorned millions of Model Ts as they left the production line.