Today was my rescheduled time to talk to Daniel’s class about my job. You might remember that my scheduled time last week was postponed due to vomitapalooza (my car still remembers and so do I when the air is just right). Unfortunately, today didn’t start off well because there was a wreck on the interstate that caused major traffic issues. Daniel and I were in the car for an hour and arrived 20 minutes late.
The teachers graciously let me have a few minutes, and I sat down in a minuscule chair with my props. I had decided to focus more on what my organization does (works with manufacturers) and then talk a teeny tiny bit about what I do (market research & playing with data), capped off with Krispy Kreme doughnut holes…made in NC you know!
I started off by showing some of the products made in North Carolina I thought they might recognize: a can of Campbell soup (they don’t like tomato soup based on the chorus of “ewwwws” the can received), a hat with Cheerwine on it, deodorant, and last but not least a model of a school bus (Thomas Built Buses are made in the Triad). Then I explained that my job was to talk to manufacturers and pass along that information to my coworkers so they could help them better. I figured that sounded better than “I stare at my monitor all day while I crunch data and attend a billion meetings.”
The teachers guided questions about what my hours were like, what I studied in college to do my job, who I work with, etc., but the kids’ questions were priceless as I had been warned.
One little girl asked my favorite question:
Do you get to eat candy at work?
She was on a candy kick, apparently, because her next few questions and comments all revolved around whether candy was available and how much of it she would eat!
Another little girl was very interested in where I eat lunch and whether I like the band that plays at the university’s sporting events. A different little girl asked how old you had to be to work where I do.
The children, all 4 and 5-year-olds, were mostly well behaved and adorable. They also had the attention span I expected them to have and made me laugh a lot.
There wasn’t time for me to give them the doughnut holes then, but I left them with the teachers for them to have after lunch. I was thrilled to find a sweet card from the class in Daniel’s backpack today.
I hope my talk was a bit interesting. At the very least, maybe I left them with an idea that we still make things in North Carolina. Daniel wouldn’t leave my side the entire time I was in his class, and I hope he was proud of me.
Who knew that speaking to a Pre-K class would be as nerve-wracking as it was?
PS Thank you all for the support on my wreck and the humiliation I felt (and still feel a bit). While I wish none of us suffered from this fear or have had similar situations, I’m glad to know I’m not alone. I’m going to start chanting, “You’re human. You’re human. Mistakes are a part of life.” I’m truly grateful for your support and commiseration.