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While I was at the dinner pre-SF in SF last night (which was perfectly splendid) I got a call from Avocado.
Backstory: Zeum, the SF children's museum of art and technology, annually takes on about a dozen docent-interns. This is a paying summer gig, plus (I believe) some work during the school year. And it goes until you graduate from high school. Of course A applied. She made the first cut and did a phone interview which went well enough that she was called in for an in-person interview while I was out of town. She went--but through various forces, she arrived half an hour late. Dismayed tho' she was, she apologized and went on with the interview, which she thought went well.
So there I am last night listening to Nick Mamatas on my right and Terry Bisson on my left, when my phone rings. I answer with every intent to say tersely, "Honey, Mama's listening to smart people and can't talk now," but...I know when my girl is really excited because she calls me Mommy, as in "MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMY!"
She got the internship. Her summers for the next three years now have form. This is so cool! And she did it all on her own (well, other than my reminding her to get the application in in the first place). They told her one of the things that sold her was her aplomb in continuing with the interview despite her late arrival. Way to make lemonade, girl.
Very proud of the weasel.
Backstory: Zeum, the SF children's museum of art and technology, annually takes on about a dozen docent-interns. This is a paying summer gig, plus (I believe) some work during the school year. And it goes until you graduate from high school. Of course A applied. She made the first cut and did a phone interview which went well enough that she was called in for an in-person interview while I was out of town. She went--but through various forces, she arrived half an hour late. Dismayed tho' she was, she apologized and went on with the interview, which she thought went well.
So there I am last night listening to Nick Mamatas on my right and Terry Bisson on my left, when my phone rings. I answer with every intent to say tersely, "Honey, Mama's listening to smart people and can't talk now," but...I know when my girl is really excited because she calls me Mommy, as in "MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMY!"
She got the internship. Her summers for the next three years now have form. This is so cool! And she did it all on her own (well, other than my reminding her to get the application in in the first place). They told her one of the things that sold her was her aplomb in continuing with the interview despite her late arrival. Way to make lemonade, girl.
Very proud of the weasel.
