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Jul. 10th, 2006 | 12:39 pm
mood: hothot
music: Lunch break 1 of 2

Thursday, June 29: I woke up at 7:45 and made myself look and smell decent enough to accompany Mom to work, so as to get some internet access. I caught up on e-mail, LJ and news while marvelling at Dorothea, the assistant for the Small Business Development Center, which shares the office suite with my mom's organization. I've been thinking a lot about the experience of being a young (and very youthful-looking) administrative employee and its implications, especially because there are so few other people my age working around me. She is in a very similar position and has been in that job for maybe 2 years now; I think others' comments about her led me to believe that she wouldn't be in the job for very long, and I'm realizing that I was headed down the path to age discrimination that I myself have experienced. I'm still considering if it would be beneficial (or even possible) to start a loose organization of young employees, modeled after the Administrative Women's Network at Duke; I'm not sure what it would actually do other than support, social interaction and possibly mentoring, but Dorothea got me thinking about all of that. < /digression>

Anyway, I spoke to Dorothea, Elaine, Diane and the other woman at the Foundation (don't remember her name) at some point in the morning, so it was nice to see all of them. At noon Mom and I went to lunch at El Norteno, which is across the street from K-Bob's in the space where Shenanigan's V2.0 and several other failed restaurants used to be. It's an odd building, with adobe walls that have to be about a foot thick and a very uneven floor, but they seemed to be making a good go of it. We ordered burritos that came covered in very subpar cheese, but they were great once we peeled that off; the lunch conversation was varied and didn't lag. The waitress also remembered Mom from the early 90s when we used to eat at Teresa's all the time and she was working there; she told us all about how she had lived in Albuquerque for a while but was now back here and excited to see people she remembered. Mom had absolutely no memory of her though, heh.

Then Mom dropped me at home and I putzed around for the rest of the day. I made arrangements that evening to go to Dick's with Stacy and Co., so she picked me up around 10:30 and we went there. I met Ty, gabbed with Nicole for a while, and we also sat with Jonathan Ortega (whom I haven't seen in amazingly long) and another dude that went to Robertson with me at some point. There was also lots of talk about who would pay how much to punch various obnoxious people in the face, heh. Okay, maybe I shouldn't laugh at that. Eventually we were all too exhausted to function so we all left.

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