When people talk about immortality, they often get that glossy-eyed look and start spewing stuff about their children and grandchildren. How they'll live on in the actions of their offspring. Shit like that.
When I think about my immortality, being without husband or child, I put my immortality in terms of something more practical: the workplace. Because I refuse to really think of forever as a place completely different than where we live now, the delusion lives. So, the question becomes what have I done or will I do in this place that will leave an impact?
While many of us would like to think it's bringing our job to a higher level, in reality the little changes we make seem to be most lasting. I know our office manager would like to think that her system for paying bills will live on in infamy, but I know that her contribution of Outdoor Life for Women to the bathroom magazine stash is more likely to outlast her time here.
Just today I believe that I have contributed my share to the office for eternity. After years of staying the same and bearing our old statistics and logo, I finally changed our Fax coversheet. I believe that this change will outlive my time at the AHA and become an example for others for many years.
The "Heart Fax & Facts" cover sheet. My immortality.
UPDATE! My accomplishment and immortality begins as an office-wide email was sent around today to tell everyone that a new fax coversheet had been made. Apparently the accomplishment was also worthy of the exclamation point of urgency! in the message. Good times.
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Funny you should mention a memo, Shera. Actually there was an all-office email that was sent out notifying everyone of the new fax coversheet and pronouncing my contribution to this Lord of the Flies island.
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