Joining the ranks of the proletariat

For all of you who don't already know, I have finally joined the ranks of full-time, "real" world workers. My official job title is Executive Administrative Assistant. I work for Rocky Mountain University of Health Professionals, which, I know, is a mouthful, but really is not that complicated. We are a graduate program university that offers various advanced and post-professional degrees in health-related topics. I work for the DPT program, which is the newest program being implemented at this growing university (DPT stands for Doctor in Physical Therapy). Anyway, the program is in its development stage, which is where I come in. I will be helping my boss Bob Sellin to create and prepare to receive our first class of students in January of 2010. I'm guessing there is a TON of stuff to do before then. The program design is still rough at best and there are only two of us to make it brilliant in less than one year.

So that is my job. I pretty much work with a bunch of doctors and science freaks....but its all good. And a lot of ex-Navy guys (Who knew?). There is another former English major working here as well so maybe I won't be so lonely. As of today I have been working here a week, and have learned both the good, the bad and the ugly of the job.

The good: I work at a university. Hello! I love academia and all those snotty intellectual types! And I have my own office.
The bad: There is no window in my office. The light source is motion-detector light, which turns off every 30 seconds if a don't twitch, wave and throw my box of tissues at it. Oh, and my office is pretty much in the unpopular, are there really other people in this world??? hallway. There are only two office that aren't vacant as of today. And I'm in one of them. And the guy in the other one doesn't talk.
The ugly: As I haven't gotten used to this schedule yet I am still going to bed at ungodly hours. Believe me, I am not a pretty picture in the morning. Hence, the ugly part.

Change has come

Change has come, and this, I know, is making a lot of people nervous. They're nervous about Obama, about his health care plan, about his socialist leanings, and maybe even about his skin color. I have already heard many complaints about the election results, and predictions about the dismal state of affairs we will soon find ourselves in with Obama as president. To those people I have this to say: if you can't handle the results, then move. And don't just tell me you're fleeing to Canada. Actually do it. We don't want you here.

I also feel I need to explain part of the reason why NO ONE should be upset about what happened last night. This election was all about progress, about change, about, as Barack coined, the audacity of hope. We should all be SO honored to be in this country, a country that has come so far in the last 50 years, further and faster perhaps than any other in the history of the world. Who can not be proud and glad when they think of MLK and his dream, that dream that seemed so far off, so unbelievable that it was just that, a far-off fantastical vision of the potential world. That the dream has become a reality, no one can now doubt. And that is the beauty of this victory, because it is not just for Obama the man or Democrats as a party. This victory belongs to everyone who values freedom and equality. It is for those who love the American Declaration of Independence, which declared that "all men are created equal". (I of course would insert "and women"...) We finally can believe that equality is being achieved. That maybe the world is becoming a place where race, religion, and gender matter less than our characters. And that is beautiful.