Someone donated stock to the school today, and I had to wait until the New York Stock Exchange closed in order to get a "historical quote," which is basically the average price of the stock for that day. I've done a lot of crazy things for work--shoveled horse manure, repainted the lines on a football field, led young children on a fictional bear hunt, crawled through a giant 3-dimensional ant hill...and yet...waiting for the NYSE to close somehow seems the strangest of them all.
I guess I really am meant to work in non-profits for the rest of my life.
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