I dropped my car off at Lawson's before driving mom to the BART station. I need a new headlight, new windshield wipers put on (I already have new ones), my antenna re-attached, an oil change and any inspection to the under carriage in case something's wrong with it from hitting that stupid chair on the freeway. Mark is going to be busy. It makes me wonder how much I'm going to have to pay him. I don't want to think about it actually. Yep, bad idea to think about it.
But hopefully, I can have my car back tomorrow morning. :)
I'm training a teacher this morning. And tomorrow morning as well. Italian. So that she can teach a student on Thursday and Friday morning. Quick fix. But she's been a teacher before, but not with Berlitz. But learning how to be a Berlitz teacher isn't really that hard. Let the student speak and make mistakes, you correct him/her. Don't review grammar unless the student wants that as a focus of his lesson. No translating whatsoever. And don't forget to smile. Should be a fun way to wake up. I need to review the materials I'm training her with. It's not like I'm exactly trained to train. Does that make sense?
TJ and I switched places yesterday, meaning I didn't come in until quarter to two and stayed until eight-thirty. I taught yesterday morning too, so all in all it was an eight hour day. So, I'm a bit tired this morning.
And just now, a teacher came in (he has a class at 9:30) and he creeps me out. Just a vibe. It's the same with everyone. He seems like the nice guy and students like him, groups especially, but there's something about him. It's mostly the females that get that from him. Weird shady vibe like he's gonna step across that flirt line or whatever.... I never tell him things about my life because it's too weird. So, he's like - you look tired today. I'm like - yeah. And that was it. No explanation. Don't need to give him one. He's the teacher we caught looking at porn on our computers at the school. So, he's not allowed to teach kids (not that he did to begin with) or use the computers. Cheryl sat down and talked with him about the situation, but he still comes around asking to use the computers. And we always have to say no. Even right now, he's sitting in the lobby waiting for his student. And I feel like he's watching me or something. It's a strange thing. I'm getting shivers just thinking about him. And he's no more than thirty feet away. He kinda smells too.
But getting back to something good, I'm going to start writing my second chapter tonight. Should be interesting. I need to up the ante, so to speak. I need to elaborate on Angela's mom. Angela's going to have her weird dream and it's going to bleed into her new relationship with Kyle. And Angela will have a phone convo with dear mom about going to Cassie's for the holidays. And she also needs to have more time with Bobby and Jasmine. The first chapter was a bit introspective, but the second chapter needs to have more action. If you have no idea who I'm talking about, then read my first chapter. And if you didn't read my screenplay, you also have no idea what the dream is about. But it's a good segue into why she's so sexual and so disintimate. Is that a word? It sounded better than unintimate. Or non-intimate. What's the opposite of intimate? Maybe that's the word I should use....
So, review time. Need to train someone in an hour. And I haven't gone over a damn thing. Life is like college sometimes. :)