My favorite part of working isn't the working. I like the people that come with the working. As long as I get to decide if I deal with them. Substitute teaching--the students are infinitely more interesting than substituting or teaching. Working one on one with a student, that's interesting. That part I like a lot. But teaching students about adjective clauses...that wasn't so hot. Especially when the teacher herself used poor grammar. Bad bad. And insistent customers, well, they're no fun.
Tonight I went in to teach a sewing class and no one showed up. I didn't think that anyone would. I had two students at the first class and we went through almost all of the techniques and we kind of left it so that they probably wouldn't come to class number two, but then again, they thought they might.
They didn't.
I was going to leave right away, but I started talking with two of my coworkers. Tonight I learned these facts: one has a son who died of cancer when he was 22. The other has a son who has Asberger's syndrome, just like the kid from class yesterday. Both women have been to chiropractors who weren't that great and one had been to one that was.
Earlier today I was sort of at work and I talked with a woman who was getting divorced from a very crazy and terrible husband. The kind of terrible and crazy that's on tv movies. Scary crazy and terrible. I'm happy she's getting out of there. So is she. There's way more to the story, but it seems inappropriate to write about it, doesn't it?
And I've learned lots of stuff about lots of people. And none of that was my job. That's the part I like, though. And sometimes I have a bad attitude and can't keep my opinion to myself. That's what makes me oh-so-special. You can call me Lucy Van Pelt and put a nickle in my coffee can and the doctor is REAL in and I'll listen to Charlie Brown or Linus or Snoopy. Or you. Tell me all about it.
Posted by dotty at October 25, 2005 11:43 PM