Week 3.20: Bigger Fish to Fry is a little beauty I snapped in a Betty Crocker cookbook circa 1953. Yep. One of my friends has one. We had a massive cookie baking day a couple of weeks before Christmas and I fell in love with her cookbook. I had to take pictures...of course.First off, let me say this photo reminds me of one of my favorite things about my husband: he helps in the kitchen. I especially love that he cleans it! ;)
Second off, my main point: Bigger Fish to Fry. Sometimes I can follow a rabbit trail and get a tad off course from where I should be...like the past 5+ months I've been babysitting an intern. Eesh. Huge headache. And, for the record, Dad, this is just one more thing you're RIGHT about: Interns are seldom/rarely/usually NOT worth the effort they take.
Lesson learned first-hand, here, Folks.
But the intern was something I inherited through my job. Something I did not solicit. Something I did not get to weigh in on. I just got assigned an intern. And, I learned a lot. I believe it is safe to say I learned more than the intern did.
The intern's loss.
Because at the end of the day, I've done twelve more years of time than the cotton-headed-ninny-muggins. I'm twelve years wiser. I've had twelve years more of cuts, bruises, and bangs. Twelve more years of successes, triumphs and celebrations.
I should go easy on the kid. Because I remember cutting my teeth on some pretty tough stuff. My college days. My first marriage. My volunteer work in a foreign country. Heck, I even remember learning to open my first locker in middle school.
This isn't my first rodeo, though. And it's not my last. I've got tons more life to offer. And tons more to learn. And this weekend, I get to go be with family and friends and visit my dear grandparents. Life to do.
I've got Bigger Fish to Fry. So, to our dear, departed intern, I say (in the words of Seinfeld): "Good luck with ALL THAT!"
3 comments:
Ha! Sarah, I feel the SAME WAY about interns. When I had the stress, er, pleasure of herding interns, I was assigned three. THREE. Each had very different personalities. Together they almost made me lose my mind. Turns out I rec'd the honor because the big boss thought I'd 'toughen them up.' As long as they're willing to learn, it's doable. Two were, and one left crying at the end of her third week. Woops.
Hahaha, Jenn! =)
Mine WAS crying by the end of the 1st week mark...and through the 3rd. In retrospect, we have all agreed that she should've been sent back then.
Ah, the 20/20 hindsight.
I should've asked my wise blog followers for advice when I got her in July. =)
I WOULD say "next time" I'll ask, but I'm hoping there is no "next time!"
S
I love you, Sarah.
I love all the things that make you who you are, all of your experience that makes you, you.
Iron sharpens iron!
Here's to the journey.
xoxo
S
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