Fired

Friday I walked to Learn Immersion’s headquarters on Corrientes to pick up my final paycheck. Technically I was fired from this fluff job for canceling one of my classes to go to the doctor.I wasn’t surprised the coordinator was rather stuffed shirt and arrogant, I am sure she sensed my plans to quit.

 

Of all the jobs I have had, I can only recall being fired once. From my first job as a lifeguard when I was 16. I don’t remember the reason, maybe reading a book when the pool was empty. More likely that I felt uncomfortable managing the pool chemicals, which entailed lifting heavy drums of concentrated chemicals  and dumping them into receptacles.

 

Whatever the cause, I cried and felt like I did something wrong.  How quickly we learn.

 

On this occasion I felt spiteful. I took the elevator up and greeted the secretary. After she handed me my check I asked her if she thought she had a high level of English and if she took classes from the company.

 

She replied confidently and I proceeded to speak quickly for a good minute, about how I could poach their students for private lessons if I wanted to. I don’t think she understood.  I took a candy from this dish and smiled to myself all 8 floors down.

 

Childish? Of course, and I know better. But I couldn’t resist.

 

Earlier in the week I resigned from my other teaching job at Beckett. Most of my hours were with them. I felt a little sad because I really liked my students.

 

I am now working full time for wine. And couldn’t be more excited. I feel very lucky to do something I love and plan to put all my effort into.

 

Tomorrow my room mate, Dimitri leaves for Europe. He will be missed but it got me thinking.  I am not sure what seems stranger, the fact that 6 months have gone by or the idea of leaving AR.

~ by aedlund on May 10, 2009.