I seem to have acquired an admirer. I am, to be honest unsure how I feel about this.
Oh relax, I don’t mean a romantic admirer! (yeash, people!). No, I mean…a kid. There’s only one on board, and she’s lonely and bored. It’s Kitkat’s job to actually work with the kids, so it’s expected that she’s attached herself there, but me? I think this is a proxy thing because I hang out with KitKat so she just kind of got used to having me around….
And, I suppose, if you look at my life from the outside (hell, even from the inside if I’m honest with myself) there’s a lot to envy about it. The job, the friends, the travel, possibly even the pretty dresses. In a lot of ways I really am Cinderella, and I even get to go to the ball once in a while.
But…a role model? I’m so not so sure about that. Especially not in a work context, I mean I’m not hired to work with the kids, so there’s only so much I am able to do without risking crossing a line into a department that’s not mine (not that KitKat would mind, it’s a policy thing though).
But me….a role model? Me?
Surely there’s got to be someone more suitable for accidentally mentoring an awkward thirteen year old?
If anyone needs me, I’ll be over here…hiding.
At least you have someone looking up to you, as it should be.