Cooking Class Observed

Well it certainly could have gone worse.

Aside from the short attention spans, the consistent lapses into Korean, the burned cookies, and the awkward silence around the table while we ate the salvaged cookies, I think it went pretty smoothly...

But it’s over and for that I am thankful.

My boss has this habit of not telling us when something changes. One time when Mark still worked here, she gave him a new class, but she didn’t tell him about it. Instead she left a post-it on his computer monitor. I suppose this wouldn’t be a terrible problem except that she posted it the day the class began and he wasn’t scheduled to come to work until well after the class would be over. Luckily, Ian noticed and called his cell and Mark taxied to work out of breath and quite irrate. Sometimes she leaves things on the bulletin board, but since it’s mostly in Korean, I rarely bother to check it. So this morning I showed up to work an hour early to prepare for cooking class only to discover that it had been moved back until after lunch... At least it wasn’t the other way around.

Strange how kids change month to month. How a kid may hate you one month and love you the next. Remember Tony? He was the smart ass kid I wrote about soon after I began. Well he’s still a smart ass, but somehow I seem to have earned some amount of respect from him. He actually, get this, listens to me. Like when I say stop yelling or raise your hand. Very strange.

I feel like this week I got back into the groove a bit. The last few weeks have been very difficult and stressful, but this week was quite relaxed. Perhaps I am simply adjusting to my busier schedule. It’s like every month, the previous month seems like a breeze. Like I didn’t know how good I had it. But somehow every month I adjust and learn which corners to cut, find a way to survive. This can’t keep on like this. I need a break.

I’m like a frog, slowly being boiled.