I am glad for iembalm. That had to be a frightening ordeal.
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To me Steve wrote:I'm curious why[...] you wouldn't just fuck off instead. Let's hear your record, cocksocket.
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32So I'm really enjoying working with this woman. She is a beautiful and inspiring person.
We are working as tutors for Korean kids. The job is pretty stressful and there is usually a lot of turnover. It's often disheartening because a lot of the exercises we have to give them are so boring and repetitious. Many of the kids are just young tots (like five- to seven-yrs) and dont' want to behave.
Anyway, so this woman is like thirty-seven. I'm not attracted to her or anything. I just think she's a beautiful person.
She told me that she wanted to become a teacher because her previous job had been as a managerial assistant at FedEx. She said, "The atmosphere there is just so crushingly hierarchical and impersonal. You feel like you're doing nothing for other people, like you're just shifting around documents for no reason at all." Because of this, she never complains about any student's behavior or anything. She took a pay-cut of 1/4th of what she used to make because she gets satisfaction out of teaching kids. She wants to get her GACE degree and become a Georgia public-school teacher, but today she said that there were only five open positions and that she probably wouldn't get any of them. I felt terrible for her. But she wasn't self-pitying or anything. She always has this ethereal, weathered air of resignation that is as far from morose or angry as you can get. It's like she lives in total peace, like her life has become swallowed up in shit and she's still happy to do what she does every day.
She told me she once tried out for Jeopardy but didn't make it. She went to see the Cure a few nights ago and said that she felt old b/c she had wanted to leave early. She works from eight in the morning until seven at night on many nights. She never complains. AT ALL.
She shrugs it all off. But what kills me is that she keeps dwelling on how old she is compared to the rest of us, who are younger guys in grad schools. Today she said, "Are you guys Generation Y? I think I might be Generation X, or what they used to call 'Baby Busters'." Every single day she mentions how old she feels.
But this guy that works with us is this enormous dick. He's a Pakistani rich kid who goes home every day and plays golf while snorting lines of coke off the golf cart. His favorite thing to do is to steal other peoples' girlfriends.
Anyway, he went up to her and was trying to "joke around." He said, "Can you get me those papers I need? That is, if your creaky body can make it over here." See, this guy has taken her self-deprecation as license to add in his own deprecation. He's her polar opposite, though. He lives on a different planet than the one she inhabits.
I just got this urge to go up to her and say, "You're not old, don't listen to him. You're beautiful. And you are inspiring."
She is my hero right now.
We are working as tutors for Korean kids. The job is pretty stressful and there is usually a lot of turnover. It's often disheartening because a lot of the exercises we have to give them are so boring and repetitious. Many of the kids are just young tots (like five- to seven-yrs) and dont' want to behave.
Anyway, so this woman is like thirty-seven. I'm not attracted to her or anything. I just think she's a beautiful person.
She told me that she wanted to become a teacher because her previous job had been as a managerial assistant at FedEx. She said, "The atmosphere there is just so crushingly hierarchical and impersonal. You feel like you're doing nothing for other people, like you're just shifting around documents for no reason at all." Because of this, she never complains about any student's behavior or anything. She took a pay-cut of 1/4th of what she used to make because she gets satisfaction out of teaching kids. She wants to get her GACE degree and become a Georgia public-school teacher, but today she said that there were only five open positions and that she probably wouldn't get any of them. I felt terrible for her. But she wasn't self-pitying or anything. She always has this ethereal, weathered air of resignation that is as far from morose or angry as you can get. It's like she lives in total peace, like her life has become swallowed up in shit and she's still happy to do what she does every day.
She told me she once tried out for Jeopardy but didn't make it. She went to see the Cure a few nights ago and said that she felt old b/c she had wanted to leave early. She works from eight in the morning until seven at night on many nights. She never complains. AT ALL.
She shrugs it all off. But what kills me is that she keeps dwelling on how old she is compared to the rest of us, who are younger guys in grad schools. Today she said, "Are you guys Generation Y? I think I might be Generation X, or what they used to call 'Baby Busters'." Every single day she mentions how old she feels.
But this guy that works with us is this enormous dick. He's a Pakistani rich kid who goes home every day and plays golf while snorting lines of coke off the golf cart. His favorite thing to do is to steal other peoples' girlfriends.
Anyway, he went up to her and was trying to "joke around." He said, "Can you get me those papers I need? That is, if your creaky body can make it over here." See, this guy has taken her self-deprecation as license to add in his own deprecation. He's her polar opposite, though. He lives on a different planet than the one she inhabits.
I just got this urge to go up to her and say, "You're not old, don't listen to him. You're beautiful. And you are inspiring."
She is my hero right now.
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33NerblyBear wrote:I just got this urge to go up to her and say, "You're not old, don't listen to him. You're beautiful. And you are inspiring."
you oughta do this.
these korean kids are doing wonders for your once purple prose too, nerbs, for real.
i like this thread a bunch, drunk as i am.
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34enframed wrote:I am glad for iembalm. That had to be a frightening ordeal.
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Cheers iembalm. If you ever make it into PDX, lemme know, I'll by ya one.
Last Sunday after 3 straight days of much socializing and festivities, the fiance and I spent 5 hours laying in the yard, barely speaking, nursing a vodka or two, while reading our books. Capped that off with some grilled stuffed chicken breast on a bed of corn and fava beans, in front of a low fire in the dining room of our apartment.
Fell asleep on the couch with the cats watching disc one of season 3 of the Wire. Twas a really wonderful way to end the Holiday weekend.
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35Good to hear he's ok, iembalm.
A few weeks back, I was helping the three-year-old launch air-powered rockets on the front lawn. After one, he said, "Good job, Daddy!" That was cool.
Yesterday, the one-year-old crawled up to me, laughing. He grabbed my shirt and, tongue stuck all the way out in concentration, pulled himself up to a standing position, and let go, just free-standing with his hands out for balance. Then he looked me in the eye, smiled, and let out this long, guttural laugh--"Hehhhhhhuggggghhhhhhh!"
A few weeks back, I was helping the three-year-old launch air-powered rockets on the front lawn. After one, he said, "Good job, Daddy!" That was cool.
Yesterday, the one-year-old crawled up to me, laughing. He grabbed my shirt and, tongue stuck all the way out in concentration, pulled himself up to a standing position, and let go, just free-standing with his hands out for balance. Then he looked me in the eye, smiled, and let out this long, guttural laugh--"Hehhhhhhuggggghhhhhhh!"
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36That's a great thread!
I came back from the 8-9 days long trip to the mountains today. Two days ago we (me, my brother and our friend) stayed in a hostel, instead of walking down to a village. So we were only walking for about 5hrs instead of usual 10-11. Simply sitting on a rock, surrounded by grass, broken trees and not having to walk anywhere with a view for probably 20 miles or so was magical.
I came back from the 8-9 days long trip to the mountains today. Two days ago we (me, my brother and our friend) stayed in a hostel, instead of walking down to a village. So we were only walking for about 5hrs instead of usual 10-11. Simply sitting on a rock, surrounded by grass, broken trees and not having to walk anywhere with a view for probably 20 miles or so was magical.