PT Work was rough today. I’m there all weekend, so I hope tomorrow is better. 

  • Very Needy Person was there. (I’m more than happy to help people, but she takes up so much time, and I had a list + helping customers. Seriously, I helped her no less than seven times and she came in at 2:00.) I’m trying to be patient.
  • The store was awesomely busy… but it was also awesomely busy. Helping four people at once is definitely a challenge.
  • And then there was the customer who didn’t know what she needed. Well, she asked for US 8 needles for a hat. Great, I can help with that. DPNs? No, she doesn’t like DPNs even though she hadn’t used them before. What about a circular? Sure, but what’s the stitch count. *Names number too small for a 16” circ.* I ask if the pattern recommends Magic Loop. When she doesn’t know what that is, I give a 10 sec description. I ask if she brought her pattern because then I could see what the designer recommended. And I quote: “I’ll just go to Wal-Mart then.”*flounces out* Good luck to you, lady. They won’t help you there. UGH. I have to ask questions to get a better idea of what you want. Unfortunately, I am NOT clarvoiant.
  • Oh, and i realized today that some activity during open knitting on Thursday (I had stopped by to knit for an hour and spent most of the time trying to figure out WTF a designer meant in their pattern) was actually someone taking a picture of their pattern book and emailing it to Very Needy Person. 

Gigi senses my grump and won’t come near me. I should do some housework and then go to bed. 

Stopped at my LYS for an hour to knit (it’s also the one where I work part time) and Super Needy Knitter (literally takes a solid hour of my time when she comes in; cannot get away) was there. She asked for my help on something “small” (it’s never “small”). One of my knitting students said, “NerdyinPlaid isn’t working today. I’m sure Other Employees on Duty can help.” And that was that. 

I could have hugged her. And I’m not a hugger.

Bloody hell, I am exhausted. Dear self, when you are in bed, you are supposed to sleep, not calculate how exactly to change next week’s class. The cat gets the idea that you are up to party all night long. Sigh.

I may have a small Bejeweled problem. (One game, but many nights of playing.)

I may have a small Bejeweled problem. (One game, but many nights of playing.)

I’ve been at school for 12 hours. It’s been productive, but dammit, I have so much more to do.

Also, Gigi discovered bubble wrap and now has a love/hate relationship with it. I’m trying to get a picture, but *sigh* I’m being outsmarted by a cat on this.

On Monday, I had a disastrous class—my students looked perpetually bemused, but tried their best to give me answers. So, utter fail. (It was my fault and I own that. My discussion questions were leading and clear to me, but definitely not to them, and I tried to cover too much in 75 minutes.)

I moped, reflected, replanned, and figured out a better way to teach. 

Today, it was choppy and a little awkward, but smoother. Not perfect, but I’m getting there. For some reason, upperclassmen seem so much scarier to me than freshmen; it highlights my imposter syndrome in the most awkward ways. 

Yeah, I need to process this. Off to knitting I go before attempting to cuddle the Gigi.

Aaaand my first “real” class with the upperclassmen sort of flopped. Hmmm. Must ask clearer discussion questions. 

Just taught my first “real” class of the semester and with a completely different lesson…

AND IT WAS A SUCCESS! 

Students were prepared, responsive, and open-minded about new ideas. Please continue this way, freshmen.