I do not love the second volunteer position as book-putter-awayer. It was one thing in kindergarten to do that job: go to the teachers' classes, collect their books, re card and reshelve them alone int he book room for maybe an hour. But in first grade I'm spending anywhere from two to four hours doing this. At that point, I feel like I'm an aide and it should be paid work. Which it isn't. And in kindergarten, I have to say the teachers were so sweet and thanked me so profusely that it made me feel like I was truly doing something to help the kindergarten as a whole. And while there a re some first grade teachers who are just about as nice and grateful as anyone could be that warm my heart, there are an almost equal amount who scowl and frown and act as though I'm putting them out when I show up to collect their bins. It's just too much, I think. Ugh. How do you quit a volunteer position?
Funny Mort-isms I don't want to forget:
Duke was doing his P90X ab-ripper exercises when Mort walked in. Duke happened to be in the middle of a break before starting the next set.
"What are you doing?" asked Mort.
"Ab exercises," replied Duke.
"What do you call that one?" Mort asked. "Sit?"
Duke returned from a business trip last night looking very professional and businessy. After launching himself at him, Mort stepped back to study Duke's outfit. "You look all ...like a 'sir', " Mort remarked.
"That's because I am. When I'm in the office, everyone there calls me 'sir'," Duke told him.
"Why?" Mort asked "Because they don't know your name?"
I think the part we like best is that he isn't a kid making language faux pas anymore. He is funny. He makes actual snarky well-timed remarks. Love it.
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