My friend is moving.
She's funny and kind and smart and we have the best time working together.
Yeah, she's my friend and she is also my lovely library assistant.
Which doesn't make the situation easier.
I'm really so happy for her and her husband to have the opportunity to live closer to their kids and grandbabies. Truly.
I'm happy we'll stay in touch through the magic of social media--and because she is moving close to my old stompin' grounds so we visit on a semi-regular basis.
I'm so grateful that Paula has been with me all 3 years I've been at the high school. She has rolled with the punches and handled all my crazy wild schemes with ease. She has been up for dressing like pirates and superheroes. She has relived the 70's with me and celebrated Tiara Tuesday like a boss. I came in and shifted just about everything at that library and never once was she not along for the ride. She made me feel welcomed and wanted in my new days and some of my best working memories are with her.
She is moving on to new adventures and I hope she has a ball attending grandbabies t-ball games and dance recitals. She will sure be missed in my neck of the woods.
So now comes the part where I will be setting up interviews for a new assistant. I'm grateful the powers that be are giving me the opportunity to have a say in it, but I'm nervous. I need someone flippin' amazing, filled with a passion for working with high school kids, and having fun doing it. I'm starting the process today. I can train someone to do the work, but I'm looking for someone with that certain je nais se quoi. I need someone that just *clicks*, you know?
I'm wishing Paula luck in her new adventures.
I'm wishing myself luck in mine, as well.
Onward.
