Last night I've washed my hair so that I could wear it down rather than tied up like I usually do.
I wonder if Derick will be there. We talked once at an event for designers called Design Donut Day. But since Derick's already in the industry he doesn't come to these events often. Most the attendees are instead aspiring designers. Because as Derick laughed, a real
designer
would be busy, designing, not sitting here talking about
design
eating
donuts
.
He must've thought that I was a designer rather than a
wanna-be
. Otherwise he wouldn't have said that joke, right?
It stung when he said it. For a moment. Then the sting became covered by a sense of pride. A real designer thought I was a real designer.
I said nothing to correct him. Instead I laughed along. When he saw I was laughing his laughter increased in volume.
After we were done with our laughs he said, "so what do you do, Kaylee?"
"Me?" I asked. He nodded his head with the cup of
coffee
in his hands.
"I work in the medical industry."
It wasn't necessarily a lie. I do work in the medical industry. Though not a designer of course. I don't know what you would call me. A manager? That sounds too old fashioned. Maybe Project Manager? If you were to watch me all day then you would know I'm a zoomer as in I sit on
Zoom
all day. Oh and
Microsoft
Outlook
.
Meetinsg and emails. And more meetings. I don't really know what I do. I mean I do but I don't know what the purpose of it all is besides the fact that if I weren't doing it, then these people would never get anything done. But still it doesn't make me feel good knowing that I could be defined as a human router.
I walked over to a booth by the podcasting studio. It was my favorite spot. I sat down on my laptop and opened up Outlook. I had four new emails. I didn't click on any of them. Instead I opened up a new tab and entered in Derick Pavlovsky.
