parasitegirl | They know…but how? (Reply)

Today, when my supervisor and I were leaving city hall, one of the Japanese security guards who sits in the main entrance stopped us. He proceeded to tell me that one of his…relatives…something…lived in Istanbul for 5 years. Then, seeing my confused expression said (and made a gesture) “Bellydance!” I smiled.

Then, when we exited the building I asked my supervisor…”How does he KNOW?!”

“I don’t know! But yesterday he stopped me to tell me you’re beautiful!”

…”The other security guy sometimes goes out of his way to tell me you’re waiting for me….I get so pissed that people don’t know what my job was, or what I do now…but I can’t ever complain they don’t know who I am.”

My current supervisor and I get along much better as people and now as teachers since we've spent the mornings this semester in the same car (first semester I biked to all my schools)…now that he knows my teaching style and gets excited about talking teaching with me…well...the more I suspect that he has little to no power over my future. I think my last supervisor had the most vision, the most control, and dropped the ball and communicated nothing to anyone when he was shifted to being a vice-principal.

Ah, well.

My back still hurts, hurts a bit more after teaching four 2^nd grade classes. I think I might be getting sick. Blech. Better now than on my vacation.