The day before yesterday my boss came to my desk and told me that if I wanted to, I could take come and take a picture with someone. I said, Okay. He said, "Be sure to dress nicely", to which I thought to myself, "Do I dress like a slob?" This is coming from a man who has complimented me on my dress and when his parents came into town, they also complimented me and he agreed. So I just rolled my eyes and continued with my work.
So the day came, yesterday, to go take a picture with this very special person. I got ready that morning, making sure I looked decent, put on a smile and rushed out the door (like I usually do on my way to work, at least the rushing out the door part).
Me and my two co-workers left around 12:30pm, to make sure we got there at the appointed time of 1:00pm. When we arrived at our destination, we were unsure of where to meet our contact. So with a couple of phone calls, we were finally escorted behind the scenes.
We were told by our boss to head off to the side of the room to watch the rest of this individuals' interview. I just stood there and took in the scene, wanting to take a picture, waited there in expectation.
Finally, the event was over, people started to get into line to meet this person. I was hoping that we weren't forgotten. My boss, came to the spot to where he told us to go and escorted us to several tables for us to take a seat and wait. Wait for 200+ people to take a picture with this individual. So we waited. I chit chatted hear and there, with this person, with that person. I watched this guy who was standing outside the curtained area and thought how boring his job was. He was just standing outside, keeping watch. As we continued to wait, I decided to talk to some of my co-workers who were also working the event. We talked about this and that, and thought what very interesting stories they had. I told one of them that they should write a book.
Our time came to wait in line. So with my camera ready, sort of (the battery was threatening to be out of power), we made our way through the line. We, well, at least I did some people watching. There we all were waiting to get a picture with this person and get a word in edge wise.
The closer we got, the clearer this person was to me. My eyesight is not the greatest, especially with flourescent lights. Bleh! It was then that I asked my boss could we use our camera to take a picture and he blandly said no. Just plain no. How disappointing! He just said to trust him to get us our picture when they come into the office. I said, it's nothing like having it on our own camera. We got even closer and what do you know, there was a crack in the curtain for me to take a picture. So I grabbed my camera and to no avail, I got one blurry picture. It kind of looks like a George Washington painting, with George Washington standing next to a flag, from far away. At least, that's what came to mind.
Anyways, we stepped closer and closer and closer. Finally, it was my turn. He stuck out his hand and I stuck out mine for a handshake. I didn't know what to say. Everything that people wanted me to say to him, came to my mind and I had to find a way to shorten it. So he pulled me to his side so we could take a picture and I quickly said, "You are in our love and prayers." We turned toward the camera and smiled.
It was then that he kissed me on my temple and said, "Thank you" with obvious appreciation. He let go of my hand and I walked away.
I was smiling. And with respect and admiration, I write this. Thank you, Mr. George W. Bush, it was finally very nice meeting you!
And that's my cool news for the day!
So the day came, yesterday, to go take a picture with this very special person. I got ready that morning, making sure I looked decent, put on a smile and rushed out the door (like I usually do on my way to work, at least the rushing out the door part).
Me and my two co-workers left around 12:30pm, to make sure we got there at the appointed time of 1:00pm. When we arrived at our destination, we were unsure of where to meet our contact. So with a couple of phone calls, we were finally escorted behind the scenes.
We were told by our boss to head off to the side of the room to watch the rest of this individuals' interview. I just stood there and took in the scene, wanting to take a picture, waited there in expectation.
Finally, the event was over, people started to get into line to meet this person. I was hoping that we weren't forgotten. My boss, came to the spot to where he told us to go and escorted us to several tables for us to take a seat and wait. Wait for 200+ people to take a picture with this individual. So we waited. I chit chatted hear and there, with this person, with that person. I watched this guy who was standing outside the curtained area and thought how boring his job was. He was just standing outside, keeping watch. As we continued to wait, I decided to talk to some of my co-workers who were also working the event. We talked about this and that, and thought what very interesting stories they had. I told one of them that they should write a book.
Our time came to wait in line. So with my camera ready, sort of (the battery was threatening to be out of power), we made our way through the line. We, well, at least I did some people watching. There we all were waiting to get a picture with this person and get a word in edge wise.
The closer we got, the clearer this person was to me. My eyesight is not the greatest, especially with flourescent lights. Bleh! It was then that I asked my boss could we use our camera to take a picture and he blandly said no. Just plain no. How disappointing! He just said to trust him to get us our picture when they come into the office. I said, it's nothing like having it on our own camera. We got even closer and what do you know, there was a crack in the curtain for me to take a picture. So I grabbed my camera and to no avail, I got one blurry picture. It kind of looks like a George Washington painting, with George Washington standing next to a flag, from far away. At least, that's what came to mind.
Anyways, we stepped closer and closer and closer. Finally, it was my turn. He stuck out his hand and I stuck out mine for a handshake. I didn't know what to say. Everything that people wanted me to say to him, came to my mind and I had to find a way to shorten it. So he pulled me to his side so we could take a picture and I quickly said, "You are in our love and prayers." We turned toward the camera and smiled.
It was then that he kissed me on my temple and said, "Thank you" with obvious appreciation. He let go of my hand and I walked away.
I was smiling. And with respect and admiration, I write this. Thank you, Mr. George W. Bush, it was finally very nice meeting you!
And that's my cool news for the day!
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