City Hall

So, I work at City Hall.

I am sure that's a real shocker (where else would they put me?!?). I work on the second floor and my window overlooks the parking lot and therefor the main entrance to City Hall. I have my computer monitors situated such that I can see people coming and going.

Today is the first day of school registration. People in the Barber's Hill ISD must prove they are residents in the school district boundaries in order to register their children for school. So in order to prove that they live here, they come to get copies of their water statements from the City. Connie, the all around great receptionist/billing specialist/scheduler/whatever, is fabulous at helping out with these things. She even helped me out earlier (I didn't have to come to the window, though).

I impressed with who is driving up. People in big trucks. People in small trucks. People with new, shiny vehicles. People with vehicles that have no business being on the road. People with kids, people without. Typical soccer moms in minivans. Tough looking men with big mustaches and bellies and diesels I can hear rumbling from here. People in flip-flops. People in boots. People in shorts (so far I am the only one I have seen in a tie - I am presenting tonight at the Council meeting, and although I don't think it would matter very much if I didn't wear a tie, there's just some things I can't avoid). People in tank tops, tee-shirts, coveralls, institutional-looking polo shirts, and one guy in bib overalls. Fat people. Skinny people. Tall people. Short people. Young people. Old people. People with red hair. People with blond hair with some dyed pink. People with drinks or cigarettes or papers or kids or keys in their hands. All walking by my window like a parade of humanity.

And it's humbling to be the planner for these wonderful, beautiful people. How am I supposed to do what's best for all of them? How can I possibly put forth ideas that will be meaningful for them?

I suppose I could ask...