Today I started the new door program, in a new city, with new staff, in a new country, for a new client. Everything went great, and in between great gulps of relief we are all taking a step back to realize how good a company Public Outreach is.
We really are the best at what we do, and I don't mean making money (forgive me boys). I mean that there is to my eyes no greater source of talent, compassion, and knowledge than the pool of activists at PO. A job where die-hard morals and the tendency to weep for the world will get you a sense of satisfaction instead of a bitter, hardened edge. Work that demands that you are never satisfied, not even with your choice of employment. A place where I build standards higher and higher, only to look over my shoulder and see they were set so tall, so long ago. A discovery of trust. A cult, a damn good one.
I'm looking forward to completing the cycle soon, and being employed with a certain NGO I've had my eyes on. Much like my admiration for Kappa Sigma drives an urge to give back, Public Outreach fuels my need to expand, create, and repay. I hate to say it, because I can't take it back, but we are a very good company, one of the few; one of the ways out. Proof of escape.
Other than that, today Jess patched things up between me and the gorgeous Kiwi girl at the neighbourhood cafe. You see, the other day I was right about to shoot the most absolutely drop-dead look at my favored coffee-slinger when Jess totally wiped out on the floor with great clamour. I guess I kind of looked like an ass when, instead of helping her up, looking concerned, or even flinching with worry, I just kind of looked disgusted with her for ruining my moment.
Well, you know.
Anyways, Jess patched things up by letting the lady know I was single and amazing, and now I get to try all over again tomorrow. She doesn't even know who it was who sent her all those flowers last month...
Finally, a note to Nat, who left for her home in the Netherlands last morning: We already miss you terribly, and our house certainly isn't the same without the smoldering cooking. Thanks for the moments, I'm sorry I didn't trade enough for them, but three nights is never enough.
Farewell All, I think this experiment in writing about life without the neccesary capability to express it should draw to a close,
I'll write more when I actually should,
Nick
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I miss you guys also in ridiculous amounts in relation to how long I've known you for.. but then as Jessica put it on that beautiful friday morning: "she's not here for a long time, she's here for a fun time". And you're right, three nights isn't enough, yet unlike you I remain optimistic in my prediction of more...
Send my regards to Raymond.
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