Oh, those two little words. "Just a ----"
Today, I was asked how I like my job. I love it. Seriously. I do. I was then asked what do I do. And I said, "I'm just a secretary."
But really, I'm not. I coordinate the schedules for both the administrator and the assistant administrator of a 725 bed nursing home. That, in itself, could be a full time job. I make sure we have current insurance/license/certificates for all the doctors and vendors that perform services at our facility. I maintain the contracts for the different clinics at our nursing facility. I make sure we maintain compliance with various EOE/deficit reduction/Title VI postings. I gather tons of information when the Department of Health comes in. I take meeting minutes. I coordinate and design postings for the employee of the month. Heck, I coordinated the employee of the month luncheon (designing invites, maintaining an invite list, contacting those that didn't respond). I joined the wellness committee. Because of that, I am now involved with the health fair at our facility (which, by the way, is open to the public). I coordinate the anniversary recognition ceremony (for people with 20-25-30-35+ years of service). I help rewrite policies. I am one of the first points of contact when families or residents have issues and want to talk to the administrator. When people have a random question, they tend to come to me.
Just a secretary.
And to top it off, I've had several conversations with both the administrator and assistant administrator in which they both told me I should get my nursing home administrator license. They think I would be a perfect candidate, and have both volunteered to let me study under them. (Granted, I don't have the money for that right now, but it is refreshing to know that I have the support of others. And I was amazed that I made such an impression on them.)
Just a secretary.
I've only been in my current job for four months. But I hardly think I'm "just a secretary."
Anyways. This IS fitness related. I swear.
We all too often sell ourselves short.
"How far did you run today?"
"Just two miles."
"How many pushups did you do today?"
"How long did you swim for today?"
"Just a half hour."
Honestly. JUST two miles? JUST 25 pushups? JUST a half hour of swimming?
I remember when I could hardly walk a mile, let alone run two. I definitely remember not being able to do any pushups (and the extreme joy/surprise/awesomeness I felt when I realized I could do JUST one.) And just a couple of month ago, swimming one lap sucked royally.
We need to start owning our awesomeness.