The Underemployed

One of my best friends from high school and I are co-class secretaries. We were very honored when selected before graduation, but truthfully, we were the only ones who wanted the job.

Our main charge is to keep up with the 61 other ladies who graduated with us, to touch base ever so occasionally, to find out who is getting married, who has been promoted, who is attending yet another Ivy League program, etc. and then writing a synopsis for the biannual alumnae update.

Easy right? It is relatively facile to essentially ask for gossip and then repurpose it in a more palatable length of 500 words. But if no one responds? Well, well, well.