First, I have to tell you how much I love my new job. Not to rub it in anyone's face, but it is astonishingly fulfilling.
As an advisor at the local university, waiting for an appointment to arrive is a little like waiting for a blind date.
I feel like I'm sitting at a table with a red rose nestled in a copy of "Pride and Prejudice" or waiting at a park bench with a yellow ribbon in my hair.
Aren't you proud of the subtle reference to "You've Got Mail" I just made? I'm hoping this establishes me as a sensitively masculine guy rather than a pansy.
When the student doesn't show up, I can't help but feel just a little bit rejected.
Still, my total number of "kept" appointments currently outnumbers my number of "no-show" appointments, so I don't feel like a complete and utter waste of space.