After a few months of unemployment, I finally got a job as an Audio-Visual Technician (cue laughter?) This requires me to go around to different classrooms and stand in the back of the room while videotaping things like speech classes and presentations. I am completely ignored. Sometimes the teacher says hello, but sometimes not. I've never felt like more of a fly on the wall. This is the ideal job for me!
On my bus ride home from work the other day, I was surrounded by highschoolers--one girl and three boys. (Girl: "Everyone thinks I'm a good girl because I'm nice to people's parents. But like, I do E!") This got me thinking. Everyone thinks I'm a good girl, too, but probably because:
a) I have light hair
b) I often wear cardigans that have buttons, or
c) I did ballet.
This is okay; there are worse things to be. Yesterday, on the J Church, a large man wearing orange-tinted sunglasses and a tiny workout top came on with a boom box. (If you live in the city, you've probably seen him--he rides the 33, the 24, the 71 and the J while singing popular hip-hop songs with the tone and inflection of a foghorn.) First he sang Flo Rida to a girl in a long leather coat, but when she moved he sat next to me and started in on "Too Late to Apologise." After finishing, he asked if he could give me a name. I said that would be okay. He said, "BABY SUE!" The funny part is that his choice is kind of fitting.