It was really weird walking into the very first day of Contemporary Cuisine at Le Cordon Bleu last week. I suddenly looked across the room to see none other than— the library volunteer. She and I have rolled tumbleweed for almost one entire year. It was me against the world when I walked through the library door each day. What seemed like something simple had become crazy. She wanted me to sign the sign-in sheet and I wanted her to wait ten seconds so I could use my own pen. Is this too much to ask?
I used to feel this way before cancer tried to kill me for nine months. After trying to not let cancer kill me, well, signing the sign-in sheet with a shady pen attached to a piece of yarn that is connected to a binder ring just isn’t all that important. What I’m trying to say is, hey, maybe I overreacted when the library volunteer raised her voice out of complete job requirement frustration. Every student seemed to be giving the library volunteer the runaround about signing the dreaded sheet. She had every right to feel grumpy. We are all to blame.
Last Monday ended up being a great day. There’s nothing better than becoming friends with someone you previously wanted to shake in an above average way. We looked at each other for a second and she said, “I remember you.” I gulped and said, “Yep. I remember you.” Without one single tumbleweed roll, we let it go. I told her that I’m sure she’s really a nice person and I promised that I’m nice as well. And that’s that.
Let this be a lesson to humans everywhere. Just because someone yells at you does not mean they aren’t really nice.