party going on right here

I worked at the testing center yesterday. It was the last day of finals and the place was a-rockin'!

In a nutshell, colleges and universities are required to have testing centers to accommodate students with disabilities that necessitate them taking tests outside the classroom. So we do that and also administer a whole crap ton of other tests for professional licensing and certifications for non-students. 

I swear the list of accommodations grows with each semester,  I'll say the most common accommodation is extra time - usually because of dyslexia or English being a second language. But then there are some obscure ones. Many are related to anxiety or past trauma, and we don't ask questions, just go with it.

Yesterday was all about the students, professionals be damned, and the schedule was packed. By the time I left, we'd made it through most of them with only a handful of glitches, and nothing earth shattering. 

I snapped this pic of "Felipe", at his station overseeing beverages.

Felipe was bestowed upon me for my recent birthday. A couple of weeks prior to that, Blossom asked what seemed to be a random question to us all, "What's your favorite dessert?"

Everyone expressed their opinions, and my answer ended up being, "Eh, I'm not really a sweets person. My downfall is more crunchy salty."

Unbeknownst to me at the time, Blossom was really plotting what treat to bring for my birthday.

My "birthday cake" ended up being a nacho bar! With all that Mexican flair, Boss decided it needed to be accompanied by a piñata, whom we subsequently named Felipe. 

The nachos were delish, Felipe was cute, but I was all, "How'm I gonna get him home on my bicycle?"

That's why he lives at the testing center - employed as watcher of beverages, currently wearing reindeer horns. He's empty of treats, by the way. But full of cheer!

And to update from my earlier grumblings about Blossom's work ethic. She has really stepped it up after having an actual medical thing that took her out for a couple of weeks. All those days she took off, seemingly just slacking, are hopefully behind her. 

After her return, she told me, "I really need to just take better care of myself", after realizing she hates going to doctors. 

...and I won't say anything about dealing with health insurance.