Eating a BIG slice of humble pie

It's exactly what I need right now. Let me tell you about my new job. Well, like I said before, I work at a nonprofit law firm. The nonprofit helps protect laws and the legal rights of people with disabilities. On the first day of work I discovered a few of my coworkers have disabilities too. The managing attorney is a burn victim. He had his back to me when I walked into his office to meet him, me still having no idea, was completely shocked when he turned around. I just hope it didn't register on my face.

I met another coworker who has cerebral palsy (his hands are crippled and he moves around in a motorized wheelchair) when we first met I thought he had his hand up for me to shake, so I grabbed it. Looking back now I think that's just how his hand is. I'm such a dork! The last thing I wanted to do was offend anyone. I really hope I didn't! After getting to know him and some of my other new awesome coworkers I learned they just want to be treated like everyone else (DUH, Ashley). This new experience has reminded me that I have nothing to complain about! Sometimes, I get caught up on pitty parties and constantly worry I'm not pretty, skinny, smart, funny and/or not qualified enough to be successful. It's really dumb to think like that. Seriously, it is truly humbling to see people who have overcome so much to achieve so much.

Working downtown is also a huge cultural change. Sometimes, I feel like I drove 30 minutes to the other side of the world. On one of my lunch breaks I bought some gum at a gas station close to my work. The cashier was east indian, wearing a turbin and had slicked his long goatee beard back onto his cheeks. Weird and interesting. Until then, I've honestly never seen someone like that in Utah. This just goes to show how sheltered I am. I'm glad I'm coming out of my shell.