On Sunday night, at our impromptu dinner party, I had an experience that reminded me of the poem I posted a few weeks back.
One of Karen's friends, who is a really nice guy, is a real money man. While discussing jobs he kind of went on a tangent about kindergarten teachers (I'm not sure if he knew I was a kindergarten teacher and forgot, or forgot I was a teacher all together) and how it is a really fun job that isn't stressful. The whole room kind of fell silent as these words came out of his mouth. Someone helped him out by saying "Well, it's a different kind of stress." which he latched onto right away. I kind of talked about it a little bit but just dropped it. He wasn't trying to be a jerk, and there are some people who just don't "get it."
But a little while later, the same friend was discussing helping his friend out at a children's birthday party. He went on and on about trying to get these 20 4 and 5 year olds around the table, to sing Happy Birthday and what a mess they made eating the cupcakes.
I just looked at him and said, "Hmm... was it stressful?"
2 comments:
Good one! I just said to someone yesterday that working in a law office is tense, but not anywhere near as stressful as trying to get 30 kids to be quiet all at the same time.
jonny and i debate this endlessly- I have offered on more than one occasion to switch jobs for a day but he says its not necessary ( i think he's scared!)
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