Lay-offs and waiting rooms
I opened the attachment one week after receiving the email. I don’t know why I’m bad at email and responses, technology is advancing fast, and it is drowning our patience for older systems of communication straight down the drain like it did letters via post and Mxit. One of the more honest reflections about this email in particular is the helplessness I felt arrive along with it. What is to be said about things that are out of your hands; an ‘act of God’, or natural disaster for the more secular mind? Well, if you have had a comfortable job teaching wonderful little humans like I have, you know that the security of having your mornings to yourself, the convenience of taking time off for an important audition or production and just picking up your phone to ask for some assistance, is not to be taken for granted. My colleagues are high energy—loud and chaotic, driven and focused, fun-loving and passionate beings; they keep spirits up by sending random videos and GIFs and r
