30 May 2012
Even though I have a very busy life, I feel it would be easier to make up stories about it rather than to tell the truth. It is like nobody would believe me if I told the true story about my real day, in my real life.
Today I started off with a group session with a whole lot of therapists bad mouthing my boss. After four hours with them I joined a lunch party at a Chinese restaurant, where a mixed crowd took farewell of a skinny dietician.
Next, I had to sit at my desk for another four hours, as I had to watch videos of a number of therapy sessions that I have to give feedback on tomorrow.
I had a break in between the four hours of watching videos. I bought two big bags of apples during that break, down by the grocery store around the corner by my work. Apples for my next task, evening classes with a parent management training group, way out in a highly segregated part of town. I spent another three hours there, trying to make myself understood. The audience was a homogeneous group of only fully covered Arab women trying to understand the words I spoke, via a translator. While giving that lecture I had their ten children running in front of my power point projector, screaming.
Eventually I reached my little house. My home. Watered my flowers and fed my cats. Now I am enjoying a moment of rest with a cup of green tea together with my cat Foxy.
I quite enjoyed my day.
Tempted To Lie • Opuss № I