Do you know the old rhyme?
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
I was born on a Thursday, and sometimes I feel like the line in the poem is more accurate than I'd like.
But today was a really good Thursday, with the minor exception of the non-cooperation of the MBTA on my outbound trip. I went to the Women in Development Brown Bag lunch, and it was one of the best presentations I've ever attended. The two presenters were talking about best practices for creating a prospect pool for the Annual Fund, as well as ways to really work on making the most of a career in the Annual Fund in general. I took at least 4 pages of notes, and in addition, I met three possible job connections. I'm working at improving my "elevator speech," although I really dislike that term.
I feel pretty positive about the coming week, and hopefully I will have a chance to return to the regularly scheduled barrage of posts on current events, feminism, and philosophy.