Wednesday, December 08, 2004 on his feets uneven
Last year I described the holiday mood as "poverty", but thanks to an early Christmas miracle, I've been able to get so much work this week. My tutoring job at the writing center of a local college is really taking off, because everyone's final papers are about to be due. It's really nice, especially because I broke the hell out of one of my teeth last night. Bar fight, as usual.
No.
I grind my teeth like a monster while I sleep, and even if I don't feel like I'm particularly stressed during the day, I know I am when usually solid physical parts of myself start to crack and wear down.
It's weird, because I've had that "good at life" feeling for most of this week: even when tutoring is bad, it's not very bad at all, and when it's good, I feel like maybe I haven't just spent a lot of money and a lot of time effing around and collecting trivia. I like helping people write, even if they don't want to write and are just there because a professor has forced the person to come.
I like finding grammatical errors and correcting them. I like it when people thank me.
People thank me at my other job, too, but there I usually fight the urge to say "I didn't do anything. I made you an appoinment. That's nopt so hard. Koko the gorilla could probably do that. Jesus." (That would in ingracious.)
On the other hand, my other job gets me deeply discounted hair products, and tutoring gives me zero hair products.
posted by Frenz | 12/08/2004 04:45:00 PM
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