Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Why am I so cold? I think my trackies are the culprit. I will have to buy a pair of warm winter pants to wear around the house.
Meanwhile today I was at my volunteering thing where I work with social workers and case workers and the like. And I was talking to one of them when all of a sudden she told me I had pen on my face. I was all set to head towards a mirror and remove the offending stain when she looked embarrassed and then apologised, she had just noticed my mole. I have quite a large tear shaped mole under my left eye, which she probably hadn't noticed before because my glasses sit over it. Anyway, no harm, no foul, carry on with random conversation.
But she can't let it go, "Oh, that's an unfortunate position for a mole isn't it."
Now what the fuck? First of all I quite like my mole, which I could have had removed had I so wished. People have complimented me on it in the past, and one random customer in a shop I used to work in even wrote me a little story about how it reminded him of some Greek myth or something.
However, this is not something she knows. I could have a whole bunch of anxieties surrounding that piece of pigmented flesh. You'd think as a social worker she would be paticularly alert to potentially sensitive issues like personal appearance, yet after this social blunder we let her loose on a bunch of unsuspecting asylum seekers. Hmm...
Meanwhile today I was at my volunteering thing where I work with social workers and case workers and the like. And I was talking to one of them when all of a sudden she told me I had pen on my face. I was all set to head towards a mirror and remove the offending stain when she looked embarrassed and then apologised, she had just noticed my mole. I have quite a large tear shaped mole under my left eye, which she probably hadn't noticed before because my glasses sit over it. Anyway, no harm, no foul, carry on with random conversation.
But she can't let it go, "Oh, that's an unfortunate position for a mole isn't it."
Now what the fuck? First of all I quite like my mole, which I could have had removed had I so wished. People have complimented me on it in the past, and one random customer in a shop I used to work in even wrote me a little story about how it reminded him of some Greek myth or something.
However, this is not something she knows. I could have a whole bunch of anxieties surrounding that piece of pigmented flesh. You'd think as a social worker she would be paticularly alert to potentially sensitive issues like personal appearance, yet after this social blunder we let her loose on a bunch of unsuspecting asylum seekers. Hmm...
