Sitting at the reception desk at a law firm, I realized that close to four months have passed not only since my last post, but since the earthquake, and shortly thereafter, my return home. I now fill my time with family, friends, and temp jobs. Still discontent on settling down in the city of my birth right now, that leaves this period of time as merely the "interim" of what was and what is to come.
I wouldn't be content as a receptionist or administrative assistant in the long-term, but switching it up every few days or weeks keeps me entertained enough. This week I hopped into a position that allows me not only to answer a phone that never stops ringing, but also to try to appease the seven lawyers who can't all play by the same rules. If that were not enough, I am also responsible for keeping the fish alive and making sure the break room has clean dishes and a water-stocked fridge. I've learned that creatures like that of Meryl Streep on the Devil Wears Prada do in fact exist and it makes me ever-so-grateful that the word "temp" is tacked onto my receptionist title.
It's my second summer of the year. The first signs of fall revealed themselves as I lived without power, food, water, or communication my last week in Conce and I arrived in Omaha to the remaining signs of winter. Storms and record rainfall have prevailed, but the hot, humid summer is now upon us. All the while, this is home, and that makes it a great place to be.
