January 21, 2014

Neither Pam Beasley nor Queen Latifah

I came to terms with the fact that I needed to hire an assistant. And that sentence still feels so strange in my head and at the tips of my fingers.

An assistant? What kind of assistant? Are we talking Pam Beasley from The Office? Or more like Queen Latifah from Stranger Than Fiction? And who am I to think I need an assistant?

Well, if you've been recently waiting for me to fulfill some seemingly small request, then you might be a person to wildly wave your arms and say, "I do. I do, Tricia. I am one to think you need an assistant."

I realized that having an assistant isn't a matter of pride, but rather a matter of humility. It isn't about tossing around the words "have your people call my people" and making sure someone in the world knows how I like my coffee, at what temperature, time, and color.

No, it's actually about coming to terms with the honest truth: this endeavor has become bigger than me. Administrative tasks and appointments, contacts and contracts, hotel reservations and airlines tickets - these and many of their cousins are piling up all around me.

This, in itself, is altogether awesome because there's a strong admin streak in me that loves to make a list, cross things off, connect the dots, and make the details come together flawlessly.

(Please don't laugh. It's true. I used to make a living at this. Until I abandoned it all to teach America's future how to read.)

The problem right now, though, is that administrative tasks are not my job - writing is my job. And I haven't been able to do the things only I can do because I've been distracted and overloaded doing the things that I can hire someone else to do.

This morning, I interviewed my leading candidate, and while she and I talked shop at my dining table, Tucker offered himself as our (shirtless) barista, making Keurig coffee for each of us, serving cream on the side, muffins with forks, and randomly a jar of chocolate almonds. He called us "you girls." As in, "Would you girls care for anything else this morning?"

I didn't ask him to step into this role as server/barista/butler, but I have perhaps never found him more charming.

Ashley was charmed as well: I offered her the job, and she said y-e-s. And with those three letters, that one simple word, I'm already breathing easier. Someone else is thinking with me.

"Let me run these details past my assistant."
"I'll forward this email to my assistant."
"My assistant knows all about that - she's running that event."

(I'm practicing.)

Because, my friends, Ashley is on. the. job.

5 comments on “Neither Pam Beasley nor Queen Latifah”

  1. This is so wonderful, Tricia! I'm sure in the days and weeks to come you will love that you made this decision. Yea for Ashley! (And good job, Tucker! He's quite the assistant, too!)

  2. "You girls". I love it!

    I'm sure Ashley will fit in well, because God is the One orchestrating this. I'm glad you have an assistant, and can I say that I LOVE seeing the look on your face as you're holding your book, hot off the presses? Life indeed comes back, eh?

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