I was sent away from work this week with several colleagues for French training. I am very fortunate to have access to such things, and I’m damn well going to take advantage.
I was looking forward to getting away from my office and getting to know my co-workers better, but mainly I was going to try and throw myself into the language because I want to be bilingual, I want to understand the rules and I want to not be embarassed to speak French.
They work here in immersion. We have classes every day from 9 to 4:30 and on our first day we were sent to lunch and dinner with teachers (meaning we spoke French all day). Tonight and tomorrow they are showing a movie and tomorrow afternoon we’re going on a field trip. They are trying to teach us every aspect of the language and I appreciate it – but I hate feeling stupid, and I hate no knowing the words that I want to use. Still, that’s why I’m here, right?
So far my favourite part of this little journey was going out to dinner tonight with my colleagues. The five of us set out to buy some groceries and pick up some dinner. We were cracking jokes the whole way there and back but at dinner we sat down and had a great conversation about work. About what we want for our workplace and what we think we can do better. What we can build.
I have been thinking a lot about that lately. About what I do and how I function at work and what I would like to be able to do there. I want to contribute.
Helping make the world a better place is something that is very important to me. Helping women improve their lives is very important to me. Now I just have to figure out how to pursue my goals and find a bit of fulfillment in my career.
I remember not long ago hearing a politician (though I can’t for the life of me remember who it was just at the moment) say that it is important that they be able to tell their children: “I tried.” That is all I want. I want to be able to tell this baby that I tried to make the world a better place. Now I just need to devise a way to do that.