An Update on My Progress (10/3/16)

(I tried a different mic this week, let me know if it helped with the sound issue)

Well, it looks like I missed a week. Who’s counting though? It’s not like more than 10 people watch/read this anyways. I like it though. It provides me an opportunity to practice speaking and improving. It might sound like I don’t need to practice, but I can assure you I need to. I am still working from a pre-written script; I’ve given a lot of thought to the words I say and the order in which I say them.

I read my son a bedtime story almost every night and it is especially visible there. It is quite humbling to go from an eloquent, flowing reading voice to the choppy, broken way I read now. I still don’t want to read. It’s a daily sacrifice I have to make to create the childhood experience that I didn’t have. I know everyone says that their childhood was bad, but mine really was. Enough with the negative though.

It’s almost 2 weeks since the last update. Not a lot has changed really. I had a job interview. It was for a bank teller position at the local CB&T. My friend Andie is an assistant manager there. She could set me up with the interview but nothing else. Because she’s a good person she disclosed our friendship at the outset and excluded herself from the decision-making. I, unfortunately, was told I was over-qualified for the position. They did tell me that they were impressed with my “selling the pen.” Selling the pen is where the interviewer slides a pen to you and asks you to sell it to them. I took a questioning approach. “How long have you been in the market for a pen?” “What features are you looking for a pen?” I then asked her to take the pen for a drive and tell me what she thought. Apparently, no one had done that before but I suppose there aren’t many car sales folk going backwards into jobs as bank tellers.

I have another interview for this afternoon. It is as a GED instructor for West GA Tech College here in LaGrange. I’m excited about the position because it would get me back into teaching. Teaching adults is more fun than high school students as well. There isn’t as much babysitting involved. For the most part they are there because they want/have to be there and you can kick them out if they are disruptive. This also would get my foot in the door at WGTC. They’ll get to know me, get familiar with my work ethic and see my skills in action. Hopefully, that will open opportunities beyond just the 12 hours a week of this job.

I think I’ve still got the fallback job lined up at the gas station (I think). I asked for a lot of money for any non-skilled job and he countered with a lot of money for a gas station clerk. I probably should have just taken it right then, but I wanted to make sure I got the most possible. I took his offer and put $.50 an hour on top and told him I’d be in for that much. Last I heard he was still doing the math.

I really don’t want to take the job though. It’s a gas station. I hate to say it, but I pity those people when I go to the store. As I’m checking out I stand in line and actually think of what must have gone wrong in their lives to put them in that position. Not every time, but more than occasionally. It’s humbling to be on the other side of that. Correction: it’s humiliating to be on the other side of that.

I’d suck up the humiliation and do the job for my family if I really needed the job; I’m still ok though until December though. That’s when my contract with the Ivey Center runs out, without option to extend. My last post was about the work I am doing for them, editing and writing a teacher’s companion for the Cultural Approach to History.  I’m hoping something else opens up before then.

Speaking of the Ivey Center, they’ve offered me a position co-leading their fall professional development one-day intensive seminar. It’s quite the honor. I’ll be teaching teachers on a selected topic. The topic for this seminar is how to lead your own professional development workshop teaching the Cultural Approach to peer teachers. Essentially, we will be equipping teachers with the tools necessary to go back to their schools and share the Cultural Approach with faculty and staff. I am still working out what that looks like. It is a great honor to be included. (And yes it does pay.)

Lastly, my mother is coming to visit and help while Florrie is away at the Georgia Art Educators Association fall conference. She will be staying for 8 days. I am rather excited, as is she. She will be here October 10th.

Well, alright. I guess I had a lot more to say than I thought that I did. I will wrap it up here and say goodbye.