Unsupervised

“I have to make a conference call, but afterward we can talk.”

That’s great. Except that we never, ever talk.

You supervise me, sure. But do you talk to me? Barely. You have just enough time to give me the barest of instructions before you’re off to the next meeting. How to do it, or even if I can do it, is inconsequential, secondary.

I understand. I really do. You’re a busy man. I’m an intern. My sole purpose here is to help, and if I take you away from your work all the time, that’s not helping.

Still, though, it’s a waste of my time and yours if I sit here all day reading Divergent while I wait for our “talk.” I try, sometimes, to forge ahead and do projects with minimal guidance, only to have you finally clue in long enough to tell me I did it wrong. In two sentences, you tell me exactly how I should have done it. If I had known that before, that’s how I would have done it. Instead, I’m adrift in a mess of work where I can barely tell what I’m supposed to be doing at any given moment. Continue reading

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Happy Father’s Day

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If you say he’s a guy who is not often sad,
If you say he is usually slow to get mad,
If you say that he can overreact just a tad,

Well, then I wouldn’t be sure. But…

If you say his personality’s totally rad,
If you say all his jokes are a little bit bad,
If you say he’s the best father the world’s ever had,

Then I’d know. You’re talking about my dad.

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Dear Wad,

I am so lucky to have such a cool dad as you. While being a stressed-out surgeon, you’ve still managed to be there for me — not just to watch softball games and choir concerts, but also to hit extra fly balls and pluck out the song’s melody on the piano. You work 12-hour days (and that’s when you’re not on call) and yet you still do the dishes and crack your infamous “dad” jokes. You had all the skills to go through medical school and become a great orthopedist, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t learn to cook, bake, play the guitar, sing, and be a handyman too.

As a college student halfway through my program, I’m terrified by the idea of dedicating my life to a single career path. You’re living proof that being excellent in a profession doesn’t mean leaving behind family or enjoying other hobbies and talents as well. The love and kindness you show to your family on a daily basis, and your dedication to the church, are an inspiration to me and I hope I can follow your example.

I love you so much, Wad. I can’t wait to see you — only a couple more weeks!

Lots of love and hugs,

Your daughter

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Photos from http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/the-25-absolute-greatest-dad-jokes-of-all-time/

Back to the window

my back’s to the window and I can’t see
anything natural in front of me
just paint and plaster and more technology
an office crammed full of humanity
my back’s to the window and I can’t see
the aqua-blue sky teeming with birds flying free
or the cloudy wisps pushed by the atmospheric breeze
or the trees with their fluttering leaves
or the ivy on neighboring roofing tiles growing green
just the unnatural light of my computer screen
my back’s to the window and I can’t see