I find myself all alone

In the office anyway. It is 12:30 and I have been a very good delegator especially with the new summer interns. I have one intern taking two Burmese Karen women to the Baby Boutique which allows them to 'shop' for baby donations. I have another intern helping a caseworker set up an apartment for a new arrival today. My third intern just set off to help a Bhutanese gentleman and Karen gentleman learn the rules of the road. The two guys are now neighbors and they walked to the office. On the way they realized they do not understand any of the "rules." So I have an intern taking them about to explain the walking hand, green v. red, stop signs, never walk along highways, etc. If they encounter a pay phone along they way, they will try to call Thailand in order for the Karen guy to talk to his family left behind in the refugee camp.

So I am here in the office by myself. It's a slow email day. A lot of caseworkers are gone for an all week training so I am mostly telling walk-ins and calls that no one is here.

I am also surrounded by a heap of clothes that will be on its way to the Goodwill. On the top of the pile is a coon hat. We sorted through even more clothes in order to organize storage and give things away. While I laugh at some of the things that people donate--like a pirate hat and southern belle hat--I really shouldn't. Sometimes refugees choose things that I would have put in the Goodwill pile. Like the Burundian that walked out of the office with a huge felt Dr. Suess looking hat. He certainly saved that one from my Goodwill pile!