um.. see title 😛
(and 80 Posts, not counting this one)
um.. see title 😛
(and 80 Posts, not counting this one)
Today I phoned in sick.
I think I was justified. I spent the weekend at home with a blocked/runny nose instead of going skiing as planned, my head felt like it was the very heaviest type of time-bomb (likely to explode any moment), I had null energy and I could challenge dogs to barking matches.
The thing is.. I don’t ever phone in sick. I had about 5 days off school due to general illness in my entire life (I’m not counting the time I was in hospital as a little kid). I didn’t have any time off due to illness during my Glassblowing training except the time I fainted in class and was sent home for the afternoon.
I just don’t do being ill. Also, my mother is (or at least was) of the opinion, that anyone who isn’t technically dead is well enough to do whatever they’re supposed to be doing.
Since starting work 3-and-a-bit years ago I have had mild concussion (5 days), had my wisdom teeth pulled (5+3 days (one of the holes got infected)), skimmed my toes on a pavement (4 days), twisted my ankle (3 days), cut my fingers (2 days), been sent home for not breathing (hayfever/cold) (2 days), had some kind of lung problem (5 days), and probably a couple more things which I can’t remember. All of them (except the not breathing ones) are officially statemented and/or ordered by various doctors.
Today, I decided for myself that it would be more beneficial to stay at home than drag myself to work.
The day turned out to be beautiful, not that I saw much of it – I slept through the morning, and read half a book in the bath for most of the afternoon.
I could get used to this…
There were 3 [already] in the bed and the fourth one said; “stuff that for a laugh, I’m going to sleep on the sofa”
I was going to swap with her, but she wouldn’t let me. I had quite a guilty conscience until this morning when I realised she was the only one for the 4 of us who’d got anything like enough sleep…
No. I don’t mean the male equivalent of lollypop ladies.
I mean the pictures/symbols of people in/on the lights at pedestrian crossings.
If you look at the red man long enough, you can still see him floating over the landscape long after you’ve crossed the road. Today he was dark blue when my eyes were open, and red when they were shut..
I like noticing little things like that. Makes the walk home from work that much more interesting 🙂
For some reason I can dance better with my eyes shut.
I’m going to assume it’s because when they’re open, they fully occupy my brain with all the visual imput, too selfish or attention-seeking to let my hands and/or feet join in. Once I close them, I’m much more aware of what it is my dance partner’s hands are telling me to do, and I’m much more able to follow his lead. He is also forced to lead better/more accurately, because I can’t see what is likely to happen next and position myself correctly. I am competely dependent on his guidance and don’t(/can’t) compensate for his mistakes 😉 It involves a fair bit of trust, but you kind of have to trust the people you dance with anyway. I also find I don’t have to think so much – my feet go where they’re supposed to by themselves and leave me free to enjoy myself 🙂
Today I kept them closed almost all the way through the evening and afterwards the guys all thanked me and told me it was good leading-training 🙂
For all of you who don’t know: I’m learning to dance Forro which is a very cool brazilian partner dance. If you’ve never heard of it, look it up, and if there’s a club near you offering taster-sessions or parties, go to one. Even if you’ve never really liked dancing until now. It’s a lot less formal than most partner dances, and a lot easier to start. You can get involved with intricacies later. You also don’t need to take a partner with you because you all swap around and dance with everyone.
Anyway. I’ve been dancing at the weekly Forro-parties for almost a year now, on and off, and have recently started proper lessons. Today was lesson day. I almost didn’t go, but I’m glad I did 🙂
If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages.
– Elaine Liner
Babushka, for anyone who doesn’t know, was the lady who wanted to go with the wise men to see baby Jesus (and bring him presents and toys), but who hadn’t finished tidying her house yet, so she stayed behind, promising to follow them as soon as she was finished. The thing is, when she was finally satisfied everything was tidy eough to leave, the snow had covered their trail, and she didn’t know where to go.. Legend has it, she went from house to house, asking if the inhabitants knew where Jesus was (they didn’t) and sometimes leaving the children one of the presents she’d been meaning to give him.
I, like the heroine of the story, almost always end up running late… Mostly it’s due to trying to do too much before I can leave the house, but sometimes it’s because I have to try on a handful of socks before finding one with no hole(s).
From now on, as I pair my socks up*, I will get rid of the holey ones instead of putting them in the drawer. I expect I will need to buy quite a lot of new ones, but that’s quite exciting – nothing like wearing new socks for the first time 🙂
Also, and this is unlikely to ever happen for more than a few days at a time, I am aiming to get my house to the stage where I could leave it if I needed to 😉 (Or invite people in without handing out obligatory eye-patches at the door)
* I don’t match my socks in the traditional sense… I think it’s far more satisfying to wear socks which go together imaginatively, and not identically… like green-and-black-stripes and blue with miniature pandas.. Or blue-with-light-blue-hearts and light-pink-with-dark-pink-hearts.. Or rainbow-stripes and grey-and-black-stripes. That kind of thing. It’s easy when you know how 🙂
“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you”
– Marsha Norman
(If this is true, mine’s going to be a very odd book..)
I have a problem with priorities.
Take today for example.
I came home cold, tired and hungry. Also my hair was skanky and my house was a mess.
The Mental To-Do List said:
The main problem with this list was the order. If I went directly to bed, I would not only forfeit £200, I would also not achieve any of the other things on the list. The same risk hung over the bath.
Besides. I was hungry.
So I braved the kitchen.
Actually that’s a lie. First of all I sat in a heap on the sofa for almost an hour until I could work up the energy to brave the kitchen. If I’d had any milk I would have eaten muesli and ignored the rest, probably falling asleep on the sofa. As it was I emptied and filled the dishwasher and made the best easy-dinner I’ve made for a long time – not that I’ve really cooked anything in ages: Onions, Mince, Vap* and Fresh Tagliatelle. Frying onions has to be one of the best smells ever :).
Now that I’ve eaten (at the computer :S) I suppose I’d better tackle the rest of the things on my list.
But I don’t wanna.
I have 37 ideas for interesting writings in my head. And the computer’s on, and the keyboard’s warmed up. And my computer-blanket is good for snuggling into. And tidying up is dull.
Except I know I’ll regret not-doing-it tomorrow.
So I’d better peel myself off my rocking stool and get my cleaning hat on.
I don’t really have a cleaning hat.
* short for ‘evaporated milk’
I am a glassblower.
More accurately a scientific glassblower.
I have just been on a course to learn what it takes to pass the exams which entitle me to become a master-glassblower. Or glassblowing master. Or glassblowing mistress I suppose.
Whatever. The point is that I was there. And now I’m back.
And I’m not verily impressed.
I like learning.
That’s probably not a cool thing to say, but since very little of what I do or wear or am is particularly cool in the popular sense, I shall say it anyway.
I actually really do like learning things. New things, interesting things, exciting things. I’m not that big on learning what it feels like to have your bed collapse under you, or how to break up with people, or just how much it hurts to have people cut you up without properly anethetising you first (yup, all things I learnt at one time or another (or am learning ;))) but those are things you learn because you have to and not because you want to..
I like learning the things I WANT to learn.
And some of the things life wants me to learn and which I wouldn’t’ve thought about learning by myself.
I CHOSE to sit on a train across Germany for 8 hours*, in order to drag the ankle-biting-suitcase across town and up a hill, in order to sleep in a semi-beaten-up-room in semi-beaten-up-halls, in order to be within walking distance of the glass-school, in order to sit in a classroom, in order to be taught things that with be useful to me, and therefore also useful to the people I make Glass Things for.
I CHOSE to willingly pay someone (some oneS) to share their knowledge with me.
What I didn’t choose, is for the teachers to be useless, unprepared or absent. I didn’t choose to learn about irrelevant things that will very likely never benefit me. Ever. I didn’t choose to have to transcribe hours and hours of dull teacher-talk to save him having to type it up and print it out for me. I didn’t choose to be taught/told the same things I learned while becoming a glassblower the first time round.
[Side Note: I am even more incredibly grateful to the-teachers-that-taught-me-the-first-time-round, than I was the first time round ;). It made translating the complicated jumble of chaos I was fed least week marginally easier…]
I didn’t choose to pay for people-more-chaotic-than-I-am to tell me they didn’t have time to go though the-maths-problems-they-wanted-us-to-solve BEFORE writing them on the board. I didn’t choose for metal workers to teach me about gear changes or about how fast cogs turn. I didn’t choose to learn how the 57 varieties of glass-melting ovens are built or exchanged. I think I am beyond needing to learn how to calculate the area of squares and rectangles and even circles for that matter. Despite, or maybe because of, already being capable of working out the hypotenuse of a triangle given the length of both the other sides, I don’t see why it should be skipped because of being ‘far too complicated’. If anything it should be skipped because there’s no need to dwell on things people can already do. Having decided not to skip it after all, I would have been more forgiving if they’d explained it CORRECTLY to the few people who needed the explanation. If they’d also labelled the sides and corners properly I would have been tempted to give them a bonus gold star. I would have also appreciated it if they’d had any understanding of what brackets mean when written in mathematical equations. It is probably better to be momentarily confused by a textbook which uses a different letter for the same thing, than to try and work out why you need both terms in one equation [for anyone wondering what I mean, try this for size: “a x b x c(h)” where c is the side that make a square into a cube and is referred to as height in some literature..].
I am a scientific glassblower.
I work with ready-made tubing and a super-snazzy bunsen burner. Or I would if mine was less than 40 years old. Let’s stick with snazzy. (I’m pretty sure I haven’t heard that used by anyone under about 50 and not at all in the last 15 years. Told you I wasn’t all that cool ;))
Anyway. What I mean is I don’t have anything to do with melting-ovens. Or gears. Or cogs.
I admit that it’s interesting to know all these things. I could be thankful for knowing them if I wasn’t so aware that knowing them means I spend time not learning about the things I actually wanted to know. The course is a total of 4 weeks spread over 9 months. Last week was the second week. So far we have learned
None of which was particularly well taught.
On a positive note, and to stay on the fair side of the truth, we did learn what to do after getting hydrofluoric acid on your skin (No panic, none of us did 🙂 It was just the only really useful thing we learned).
I would have liked to have learned about vacuum. Not vacuum cleaners, but the sort of vacuum chemistry students need in order to carry out experiments with things that explode if they make contact with air. I would have liked to learn about ventiles and taps and the methods of making them vacuum tight. I would have liked to learn about how pressure works, and how to work out how to make Glass Things that withstand 9 Bar pressure without breaking. I would like to know who’s responsible for things if/when they break, and how to protect oneself if They place the blame on one. I would have liked to learn about what the apparatus are used for and how to better advise my customers what’s possible and what’s just fantastical. I would like to know about how to place orders and calculate how much my finished Glass Things should cost. I would like to know about air-conditioning units and how to work out how strong they need to be in order not to gas oneself while working. I would have liked to learn how to handle the reflective silver coating used on/in evacuated Glass Things and the brown coating used to protect the contents of the Glass Things from UV rays. I would have liked to learn about joining metal to glass. I would have liked to have watched a video about how glass-tubing is made (okay so I know a little bit of theory, but we’ve seen so many videos of ovens it would be nice to see one about something relevant ;)). I would like to know about electrodes and glass-glue and making glass frit and Glass-welding and grinding and polishing and …
There are so many things I want to know I won’t continue with this list, because I want to get some sleep tonight.. Also, not having been taught all the things a master glassblower is supposed to know, I don’t know what else there is out there.
More than all the separate things on that list though, I think I would have liked to have teachers who cared about what they taught and about their students. I would have liked them to be prepared for their lessons and to have correct workings and answers to their questions. I would have liked them to know what they were talking about and be able to explain it to the people who don’t. Knowing that the teachers write the exams and that they are likely to be easy since we haven’t done anything hard yet isn’t really adequate compensation. I wasn’t there [just] for the title, I was there for the knowledge.
I had great expectations.
I was disappointed.
I still am disappointed.
I wasn’t sure where to go with my disappointment, and to be honest, I’m still not sure where to go with my disappointment.
I’m working on it.
In the meantime I went skiing. But that will have to wait for a new post.
* actually, I chose to sit on one for 6 hours, the powers-that-be chose to make it longer.