A few facts about me: I have a hard time pretending to care when I don't, I hate wasted time, and I am very uncomfortable with people I barely know sharing personal experiences with me.
Now, with that preface, I begin.
Last night we took notes for the first forty-five minutes of class. Following that, the instructor told us that we were going to be practicing massage for the remaining 3 1/2 hours of class. YAY! That's the part I like.
The other girls thought this was a bad idea, however, and began to whine and complain about actually having to work toward the class objectives. We sat and started to talk about movies, books, and concealed handgun laws - all appropriate subjects for people you barely know.
I figured we would talk for a while and then the teacher would let us go early. I could not have been more wrong. From movies, we moved straight into relationships/divorce/children. Crap.
I started feeling uneasy right away. It turned into a THREE AND A HALF HOUR group therapy session (with lots of details I didn't need to know), which I would rather have not been a part of. After all, I don't know anything about these people.
As I was fighting the urge that I had to vomit (due to the fact that they had the heat turned up to 80 degrees), all I could think was, "Good gosh! Are there any people in Beaumont whose lives DON'T suck? Why can't I leave? I have a husband whom I actually happen to like who is off tonight."
Don't get me wrong, I've never been one of those people who wanted extra homework or who was upset when classes ended early. But, I paid $4500 (of borrowed money) to take a massage class. MASSAGE.
This class is supposed to be my ticket to a new job where I can actually make a little bit of money. I have to race from my current job to get there on time. I have dedicated three nights a week to this. I want to learn as much as I can. Instead, I have to sit there, pretending to be listening when really I'm seething inside that I'm not getting what I paid for.
At 10:20, the instructor looked at me and said, "Erin, you've been very quiet. And you have a deep thought look on your face. What are you thinking?"
I looked at him and struggled to keep mean, ugly words from flying out of my mouth. All I could muster was a very annoyed, "I'm tired."
If this is going to continue, I'm going to need to start praying for charity. Otherwise, there's no way I'll be able to handle it.
1 comment:
Oh :( I am sorry. And I understand. That scenario is why I wanted to die everyday that I spent during my internships and college jobs.
Bite your tongue and dream of graduation... or change them to think of something positive- you could make them jealous because your husband is so great (aka "Hi ladies! I've had an awesome day! Husband is so great- made/bought me/did something sweet." end it with a sigh... and a smile.
You'll probably make them uncomfortable. Or at least have them refrain from the crude stuff...
Well I hope so anyways.
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