My blog is suffering from my new job, I think. I'm not nearly as interesting as I used to be, huh? Oh well. I guess I'm using my creative energies for my position instead, and that's a good, good thing. Today is the beginning of my three long days and I didn't sleep well last night at all. I was not pleased. You know, how when you wake up at 2 a.m. and roll over and think, "Fall back asleep. Fall back asleep. You've got four more hours." And then you roll over again and it's 2:45 a.m. and you say, "What? I have a long day tomorrow. This can't be happening." Then you punch at your pillow and fluff it up and try again. Gah. Was not good.
It's five degrees here. And it's supposed to get to minus nine overnight. And that's not counting the wicked wind. Melissa Lion thinks this should not happen in a first world country, but I'm here to tell you, it's pretty normal for this time of year. Sadly, I picked the wrong day to brave wearing a skirt. This not watching tv or listening to the radio thing kind of has it's consequences sometimes. Which includes not knowing that tights aren't going to hack it on a day like today. Even indoors. Oh well. I've braved worse, right? That's why I'm a Solid Midwestern Girl.
In other news? I have a client that is desperate to learn how to read and write. He is in his 40s and just kept getting passed along in school and was, frankly encouraged to drop out in 8th grade, and now? He can't read. He cares for his little niece and says that he would do anything to be able to read a book to her at night. Which kind of pulls at my heartstrings and makes me want to bust out the alphabet right then and there, but I can't. So. I was on the phone for HOURS the other day, trying to find community resources for adult learning. And I'm sad to say, that I HAVEN'T FOUND ONE YET! And it's killing me. WHAT?! Someone wants to learn to read and write and there are no resources? That's criminal, if you ask me. Plus, the ESL classes? He's not eligible because he's not an immigrant. And it's funded strictly for immigrants. He is not yet old enough to take advantage of the "Seniors returning to work" programs around here and the guy they sent him to through the Literacy Council was drunk every time they met. Nice. So, if you've got some suggestions, I'd love them. I've called all the colleges, the local school district, the libraries, vocational rehab, various and sundry agencies, and I'm pretty much out of ideas. My mother suggested a retired teacher's association and someone else suggested something called RSVP. Retired Seniors Volunteer Program, whom I will be calling today. I'm asking for help, internet. Help me.