stopped to pick up lunch and a drink before I returned to my final afternoon at my job.
behind me rifled through his pocket, and out fell a green Crayola marker.
Without a cap.
teachers. I took the risk.
question on the face of my earth:
know one another. It’s a function of the desire to orient and locate you on the web of
society and potential commonality: What do you do for a living?
me from dating. Because what people are asking is not simply where are you
employed, (to me) it’s asking if you are
employed, what your social status might be, what your interests are, what your
value of your self is.
has been, I’m a glorified secretary.
they’ve replied, you don’t have you put it like that. You are a marketing
specialist, you are in customer service, you are an executive assistant, an
education administrator. You support the people who make things happen, you run
offices, you hire and fire people, organize office events, facilitate publications. You reconcile expense reports.
haven’t felt comfortable telling others that’s what I do for a living.
I do as not good enough for me. Because I feel that it doesn’t speak to all
that I am as a person, and surely, answering that one question for anyone is never an indication of who they are as a whole.
while chained to a computer desk. I get condescended to and underestimated. I have the copy machine repair man on speed
person. It’s stuff I can do, but it’s not all of me.
that question more lightly, because I’ve only had one answer to that question
for a very long time, and it’s never spoken to who I am as a person. So maybe I
can be more open-minded toward others whose answers don’t titillate me.
know that I haven’t been able to budge my relationship to mine, no matter how
much work on “self-acceptance” and “perspective” and “gratitude” I’ve done. And so, the only thing to do is to
change my answer, not my relationship to it. Yet.
my eyes, and asked me what I did, I was able to answer easily, truthfully,
and proudly: I’m a teacher, too.
it’s a start!)