My First Day at Work
Today was my first day of work at Portland General Electric, where I will intern with the media relations and community relations departments.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and fought with my family for hot water before fighting traffic on the thirty minute commute from my Quaint Bedroom Community into the Bustling Big City Downtown.
I have my own cubicle and a badge.
I'm wearing my favorite "office outfit," which is a pair of black capris, a cami with a soft, translucent ivory t-shirt, and my Nicole sandals that I practically lived in this summer. My ever-present purple pump is clipped proud and hopefully not too loudly to my right pocket.
Everyone seems nice and I already feel comfortable enough to make fun of people. Always a good sign. I have to be in a place where I can tease mercilessly.
At 1:00 p.m., I step into the elevator to head to the Portland Center where I attend classes. I was more focused on my growling stomach (which feels like it may crawl out of my mouth and go find food itself if I don't eat soon) than on the people around me. I went in and turned to face the elevator.
Moments later I feel a tapping on my left arm. I turn and see an older gentleman. He's very tall, dressed in a dark, tailored suit.
Did I hit or step on him? Is there something on my sweater?
He fumbles with something with his left hand.
A chargoal gray Medtronic Minimed insulin pump.
"It's not often you see one of those," he says
"Awesome," I reply, grinning. Then the elevator stops, and chimes, "Second floor." Mr. Business Pumper gets off the elevator with a colleague. I continue down to the first floor.
Walking on the streets of Downtown Portland minutes later, I pass Mr. Business Pumper and his colleague.
We grin knowingly, sharing that connection that only two people with diabetes could share after nine simple words.
This is why I wear my insulin pump on the outside.