Summer jobs

Pick­ing up on the last sen­tence of my pre­vi­ous post, about things that are impor­tant, this next post will be about my lat­est job. This sum­mer I have found three jobs. I like to say this as often as pos­si­ble, because it makes me feel impor­tant, but clearly hav­ing three very part-time jobs does not make me impor­tant. The job that takes up the most amount of time is eight hours. The one that takes the least amount of time is two hours. The job that takes up eight hours of my week is pro­vid­ing per­sonal sup­port work to a young man with intel­lec­tual disabilities.

In the brief time I have been employed there, I have learned many things. The ‘learn­ing’ I would like to share in this post­ing is about friend­ship. One day, while the man I sup­port was out get­ting a hair­cut, his mom came over, and while she cooked, I talked to her. In this con­ver­sa­tion it came up how she, like many other peo­ple, is ner­vous about speak­ing in front of oth­ers.  I tried to tell her how, in my expe­ri­ence, speak­ing in front of groups is really not that bad, but she told me that she knows how mali­cious peo­ple can be to speak­ers. Since a good part of my life is spent talk­ing to groups of other peo­ple, I have learned to get over it. She coun­tered by say­ing that I just teach peo­ple, that I don’t have to share of myself, and the mal­ice is not so strong.

Her asser­tion was partly cor­rect. While I have shared in church and with friends, what I do when I teach is share enter­tain­ing sto­ries about my inter­ests and activ­i­ties, but not that much about myself. I began to real­ize that she can’t talk about her inter­ests and her life expe­ri­ence with­out giv­ing away really per­sonal details. How lucky am I that I have many expe­ri­ences and am able to share what I want when I want. Is that luck? Or is it self-protection that pre­vents really get­ting to know another person?

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