Whitney the Professional

Ever seen The Office?

I hated that show. Until Mimi, my bestie and roomie, started to work at an office. To which she said, "Whit, it's all true. It's all, sadly, true."

So because it was Mimi's life I was watching, I kind of got into The Office, secretly thanking the Good Lord that it was not me at that office.

Unitil Summer Job 2008.

For a good 21 years, I have put off working for my dad at his Insurance Agency. I've had my fair share of interesting summer jobs...

1. Work at the YMCA (16 years old) as a Day Camp Coach---in charge of 45 9 year olds, contracted a staff infection, and warded off shady co-workers' advances to date me.

2. Worked as a waitress at a Catfish House (18 years old)---got screamed at for not perfecting the "Sudie's Baked Potato", was trained by a man named Jimbo, and wore a denim, embroidered shirt. Lasted one month.

3. Worked as a Youth Intern at my church (18 years old)--- made a paper "friendship chain" to teach about unity, stole the "spirit doll" and used it to scare the boys in their cabins (illegally), and had lunch every day in the gym with the rest of the church staff. A welcome change after the Catfish House.

4.. Worked at Just For Kidz Resale shop selling used children's clothing (19 years old)--- learned how to fold clothes, speak Spanish, and made money "under the counter" in cash.

5. Worked at T Bar M Sports Camp (20 years old)---coached soccer and tennis, lived in a cabin, and blobbed all day. Pretty much the best summer job EVER (http://www.tbarmcamps.org/)

And now, today, I tell you, it is time for me to make money and work for my dad. In his office.

His office only has two people: himself and his office manager, Dee. Dee rocks. She is amazing. She started working for Dad when she was my age. She really knows what she is doing.

And now me. I have no clue what I'm doing.

This was my first week "in office". Thankfully, Dad and Mom were in Cancun for the week, which left Dee and I to our own vices. My job is, quoting my dad, "to make Dee happy." That means I'm her assistant, and I do all the menial office work.

Like today, I folded brochures, called dental agencies, and lamented dental cards. I also...no, that's about it for today. I only work until Dee's list for me is done. Oh wait, I filed one folder.

I really don't know the significance of what I do. I mean, it is significant; I am just ignorant to what it means. I'm sure I will find out soon enough.

I would refer you to our webpage. But Dad does not have one. He actually just got internet in his office a year ago. Hopefully, by the end of this summer, I can have a spiffy web page to show for my work this summer.

However, for the purposes of a meaningful summer, I plan on documenting my days in "the office." Some characters to look forward to meeting:

1. Homeboy, a black thug who works for the lawyer across the hall

2. Mailwoman, who delievers the mail everyday at 11:30 and stays to chat

3. Crazy clients

4. My dad, now to be referred to as, "Boss," "Head Honcho," or if I'm ticked off, "Mr. Branscome"---never Dad, for professional purposes.

5. Dee, whom you have already met

6. Computer nerds upstairs who wear blue collared shirts and take a smoke break every 27 minutes.

I will call my adventures, "The Adventures of a Daughter Working at her Father's Insurance Agency in a 3 person Office for the Summer"

Catchy.