For the first time in my professional life, I am at a place where there are people whose job it is to facilitate my work. It's a weird place to be- that after a decade of being in research support positions, of knowing what fonts Doc Whitecastle likes and how to work Doc Who's schedule, and managing research assistants, the roles have flipped. There are people who help me now. Even though this job has been a decade in the making (Lord, that's a long time), I still feel like it has caught me off guard. And nearly a year into this position, I still feel like I'm merely playing grown up and that everyone knows it.
Especially when there are moments like Friday, when I'm having several conversations with colleagues about life and research throughout the day, in offices, hallways, and by elevators, and it starts to feel like we are true equals having serious exchanges of ideas and cordiality, and all that is disrupted by a question by Doc Bear,
Doc Bear: Are you waiting for the elevator? Because you need to push a button for it to go down.
So that's how things work in Indy. It does explain why it took the elevator so long to arrive.
