International Student Event

Today, when I got to work I was dressed for the International Student event. I wore a navy blue dress with beige polka dots. I wanted to dress up and look nice, but I just felt so bloated, and so weird. I think it is my period, but still I was so annoyed. I wanted to do well, and feel well for the event. I couldn’t wait until 2pm. I went to lunch at 12pm.

When I left for the event, Paula seemed weird. She was weird with me all day. It’s whatever. I am going to do what I want to do to get my name circulated in the events department at Pitt. This is what I like to do, and it’s not sitting around waiting for Geri to give me a task to do. Ugh! As a temp, we are allowed to make connections and get our name out there within the University. We are still allowed to network.

At the event, I formally introduced myself to Jason. We shook hands, and he introduced me to his team. Jason called the Music Department, looking for the members of the Jazz Ensemble Director. He wanted to see if maybe they would play at the International Student Event. I had to ask around the Music Department about this and supposedly the day of the International Student event, is when the Music Department hosts auditions for the Jazz Ensemble. When I broke the news to Jason, he was grateful that I was able to try to find out the answer, and then I offered my help at the event. I told him how interested I am in helping out at events, and how I have experience with events. He was grateful that I wanted to help out, and gave me his cell phone number.

Jason placed me with Wendy. Our task was to have the International students sign a poster, and get their picture next to our Pitt backdrop. I love interacting with people, and working events it is one of my passions. I am people person, and I am good at it.

All of the sudden I looked to my right, and saw Roc and the cheerleaders. I was star struck to see the Pitt Panther! I couldn’t believe it! I grabbed my phone and got a selfie with Roc.

I sent it to Drew, my mom, and his mom. I quickly put my phone away after the selfie. I was working and didn’t want to be on my phone.

At one point during the event, it started to rain. Wendy and I ran under the tent. The rain was blowing into the tent. No one thought to save the sign with students’ signatures on it. We all stood around the food and ate from the buffet. Drew came down after he got off work, and met Jason, Wendy, and some of the members of the Special Events team. Jason talked me up to Drew and it felt good to hear. Countless times I have heard people talk Drew up, but now someone was talking me up. It felt so damn good. Jason mentioned to me in front Drew that Obama is coming in to visit Pitt, and therefore needed me to help with that event on October 13, to be in the presence of the President would be so cool! I am so excited to work more events. I just wish there as an opening for me to do this full-time, or to be able to do more, without consulting the Temp Department, or Paula.

On way to the bus, I started to get like indigestion, and acid reflex. It started to feel like something was stuck in my throat, and it caused a dry cough, and it is sorta tough to swallow. It is still a little like that today. I had some moments where it felt like I was going to throw up, a bit. We had plans to go to the gym today, but I decided against going. I just wanted to hang out on the couch. I know I needed to go, but I just couldn’t today. We had to walk from Oakland to downtown, as well again today, and it was so humid and sticky. This walking every day from Oakland to Downtown is getting to me. I am over it!

When we got home, I got a cold shower, and Drew went to the gym. I stayed on the couch and watched Mistresses, and waited for my husband to come home. Once he got home, we made eggs, and I pulled the chicken out of the oven that I made for him for lunch tomorrow. I felt slightly better, but I still had that feeling in my throat, and it kinda burns. I don’t know what is wrong.

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