I recently completed my student teaching (also known in my world as either “the time when my hair went on strike due to the insane amount of stress and decided to all fall out one day” (more on that later) or the “most rewarding yet difficult job every ohmygod teaching is so much work but i love it!” I use these label interchangably. Now I am done and can go find a teaching job. If anyone wants to hire me to teach their high school history classes, that would be fabulous.

No offers? Well, in the meantime, I have returned to the the law firm I worked at before student teaching. I’m a paralegal. Before you go thinking that I have a high profile and perhaps even exciting legal job, sorta like what they do on Boston Legal complete with sexy powersuits but with fewer pervy Denny Cranes running around, let me assure you that my job could be done by a less than intelligent monkey with a highlighter. And I definitely don’t dress as well as they do.

This job is one reason I have started this blog in that I have a ridiculous amount of time kill throughout the day. That and I want a place to share my random musings.

So anyhoo- one thing I have noticed upon my return to Corporate America, is that I think I work with a freakishly high percentage of Spiderpeople. Let me explain- let’s say I am walking down the hallway and another employee is walking towards me from the other direction. In the normal world, this is quite easy. You say “hi” as you pass and continue on your way. However, here in Spideyville, people are apparently so afraid of making eye contact, let along actually speaking to me (OMG THE HORROR!) that they literally try to climb the walls and press themselves into the hideous wallpaper in an attempt to get as far away as possible from me. The relief they feel when they pass without having to communicate with me is palpable.

This is frustrating for two reasons- #1- I like to think that I am not a scary person. In fact, I’m not even imposing- I’m little, only 5′2, and some may make the case that I can be quite nice. Why would people be so afraid of me that they have to climb the ways in avoidance? #2- I get lonely here. I used to work with my husband and he has now left to become a real teacher which leaves me with approximately 1 friend- the janitor. So I would like to be able to use my vocal chords at least once throughout the day. Would it kill them to let me emitting a solitary “Hi!” or maybe, if I get really crazy, a “How are you?”

Ah, but alas. Peter Parker and his gang of wallwalkers have decided that I am resigned to waste away my days as a mute. At least I now have this blog to talk to!