The Longhaired Goddess

A couple of months ago I ran into an old co-worker on the street near where we used to work together at a crappy low-paying part-time job. When she asked what I do, I told her. I don’t generally tell people what I do on the side that is really paying my bills, but I said to myself, what the heck.

She was interested, and said she and another former co-worker would be interested in getting involved in phone sex.

Now these are hard luck girls, and while I just know that sometimes somebody is more than partly responsible for their own hard luck, sometimes a change of situation can help somebody take real responsibility for the trajectory of their present situation. In any case, it was April, so I told her that it was a good time to get set up, and I could help her with that.

So I gave her my phone number and took her email address. I sent an email containing some information that would be helpful, and didn’t hear anything. Then about a month later the other girl called and left a message. I got back to her to find that she was considering this, but was worried about it. I suggested we should get on it as soon as possible, if it was what she wanted to do.Another month has passed, and today I got a call from the first woman. She and her girlfriend had had a falling-out, the situation at work was grimmer than ever, and she needed $800 immediately - when could she get started and how much could she make?

Let’s bring it back down to earth. Summers are slow, what with good callers out relaxing in the sun with mai tais on the beach. And it takes a while for a newbie to get established if they want to run their own business. If we’d gotten started 2 months ago, I could have had the two of them set up within a week, but now?
I told her that she needs to find a company to work for in order to start getting paychecks as soon as possible, and if she still wanted to work for herself, we could get it set up, though things would be very slow building up until late fall.

So I asked when I could meet with her to find her a company to work for and get her started on her own.

Well, it looks like she’s too busy this week to see me in either the morning, afternoon, or evening…

Give me a break. You desperately need work but you’re too busy to spend an hour finding it?

No, I will not call you. Let me know when you’re available.

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In case you are beginning to take good grooming for granted, boys…

In your dreams, stubble boy!

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What is it with these guys? They’ll work so hard to be dumbasses… If they worked half as hard on their assignments, they’d actually have something to show for it.

Alright, it wasn’t like I expected a classful of geniuses, but too many kids with not very much motivation were present. The other classes were great. The kids just read and did their work. But this class had loud kids, kids trying to leave their seats and the room, some for no reason and some leaving to get extra help. It was pretty clear that the school had loaded this class with kids who were perpetually needing assistance - they do this in order not to spread the ed techs too thin - but something else was also responsible for the circus-like atmosphere.

It seemed like some sort of trick of probability had dumped a large number of non-learners into the class, which happens.

The most deliberate dumbass of them all declared that he didn’t like to read and wasn’t going to. He was a tall, good-looking guy, the kind that has things come easy to him, giving him a real sense of privilege. I’m sure he’ll have no trouble convincing some girl to do his homework for him in the future so he won’t actually have to learn anything. Wouldn’t want to disturb those virgin brain cells. Then, whammo, out of high school and…what?

But back to reality. He had been making one heck of a lot of noise, and I finally wrote a short list of the most annoying kids in the room to give to the teacher. He begged me to take his name off the list, and asked if I would remove it if he stayed quiet for the last half of the class. I said that no, it wasn’t going to happen, because no way he’d stay quiet that long. But I agreed just to see what happened.

What happened was that 3 minutes later I saw him ripping up a photo he had taken from a girl seated in front of him. Apparently she had set it down on the table next to his, and he felt this was some sort of a mandate to tear it up. Hello??? Can you spell ‘territoriality’? He can’t, and I’m glad there were no shiny objects moving in his range of vision.

Even female and male cats have different scopes of territoriality. That’s pretty bad, being unable to differentiate between a female’s and a male’s territory. The boy has obviously regressed way before the mammalian state.

So I mentioned this to another teacher, and he told me that this class was part of a group that contained enough kids for two classes. The kids had been divided into two groups - “ready for algebra” and “not algebra material”, or as the other teacher described it, the “shallow end of the gene pool”.

No doubt.

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