Content with Boredom.

So I got a job.

Not a teaching job. But a job nonetheless.

Whatever helps me sleep at night, right? Right.

Anyways so I got this job like two weeks ago at a Physical Therapy clinic/home health care office. It's owned by two physical therapists---a Pakistani couple.

I'm basically the receptionist and secretary (I'm really not sure what the difference is between the two, but those are my job titles). I do anything and everything that they need me to do. I answer the phone, take messages, fix their printer, and file their paperwork for them. I also vacuum when needed, water the office plant, and make certificates for their masjid/mosque. It's like I'm their personal AND professional secretary.

It's going okay so far. Can't really complain. It's something to do while I apply and interview for actual teaching positions.

The only downfall of this job: It's SO boring. SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO boring.

I only interact with four people. For forty hours a week.

There's me;the couple who own it; the medical biller, Minnie (she doesn't really like me...but more on that later) and a cute Muslim girl who's known as the miscellaneous employee, Ena...

That's it. No one comes in. And no one really leaves. (Okay the physical therapists leave to see patients. But it feels like they're always there though. Breathing down my neck.)

So anywho, like any other day, one day I was extremely bored.I kept complaining to Ena about my boredom and she was quick to sympathize and agree with me.

(By the way Ena and I used to sit in the same room and talk all the time.. which made the time go by SO fast , but our boss didnt like that and said we were talking way too much and not getting enough work done. So basically she split us up into two separate rooms. Elementary school. I know. But I'm the new girl, I really can't complain and throw a tantrum)

(Not that I would complain, because I'm such a passive person and a pushover. A passive pushover)

I also didn't have my car with me that day and no food. So not only was I bored, but I was also carless and hungry. But Ena came to the rescue and insisted that she would take me to Subway to get food. I was too scared to ask my bosses if we could go (passive pushover, remember?). Ena asked instead. They were fine with it, and we were on our merry little way to Subway.

We were stopped at a red light when Ena asked me whether she should be turning right or left. It didn't really matter because we were on a one way street and everyone at that red light had to turn right. But I didn't think Ena understood that and for some odd reason I didnt tell her either. But she decided she wanted to go to the right lane. And instead of waiting for the cars on the right lane to pass, she decided it would be easier to just reverse. At the intersection. So she did just that. She was reversing and all of sudden, you hear WHAM!!!

Ena: OMG! Did I just hit something.

Me: Uhhh yeah, I think you just hit a car.

Both of us: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

Ena: Should I go out there?

Me: I think so. I think that's what people do.

(Obviously this is the first time this has happened to the both of us.)

So Ena puts her blinkers on and puts her car in park, in the middle of the intersection, and we both get out of the car. She walks up to the person she hit. And I just kinda stand next to Ena's minivan and a HUGE semi truck, wondering what the heck I'm supposed to be doing. Eventually I get back into the car because the truck driver told me that if I didnt move he was gonna run me over because he had to merge into my lane.

I sat in the car and watched poor Ena flailing her arms back and forth and could read her lips and make out the words "I'm sooooooooooooo sorry" about fifty million times. And trying to calm the lady down as much as she possibly could.

After what seems like forever for me (I felt SO guilty), Ena comes back into the car, and the other lady drives away.

Me: OMG. What happened?

Ena: She took down my name and number.

Me: That's it?

Ena:Yeah, there wasn't any damage. Dude, I just bumped her car. No big deal. No damage.

Me: I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry

Ena: Why you sorry. You didn't hit her. It was my fault.

Me: I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry (I was starting to sound like her) If I didnt want to go to Subway and if I wasnt complaining about being bored this wouldnt have happened.

Ena: Constructive Attitude, I'm the retard who decided to reverse in the middle of an intersection. So stop worrying. And plus there was no damage.

But I couldn't help but feel guilty. I couldn't even eat my sub or cookies. When we got back to the office we told our bosses about it, and their response was: "I'm so glad that I decided not to tell you to fill up the gas in my car, because I was so close to asking you to take mine instead of yours."

Ena was calm and chill and joking about it too.

Until she got a missed voicemail that is.

*After listening to missed voicemail*

Ena: Dude, I'm about to get sued!!!

ME: What?!?!?!?!??!?!??!

Ena: The lady just called me and said that if I dont call her back in half an hour, shes going to report me to the police as a hit and run.

Me: So call them back?

Ena: Should I? What do I say.

Me: Umm I'm not really sure. But just call them.

So she did. She talked to them for a while, and to make a long story short, they wanted $200 for damages.


Ena wanted to pay them the money so they would leave her alone. The bosses said NO way in hell. (Even I know, you don't do that)

But this is where I got stuck and our bosses jumped in. We had to figure out whether Ena had insurance or not. This took all of ten minutes because Ena didnt want to call her mom.

But she had to. Her mom was fine. Her dad? He told her he would be there in five minutes.

When he came, he couldn't stop yelling at her in Urdu. Poor thing. I felt so bad for her because she just stood there and took it ( I mean I do realize she had no choice. But I wanted to jump in there and say "It was all MY fault, Uncle. Please don't yell at her". Of course, I didnt, I just stood there) I don't understand the language, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he was livid.

The people that Ena hit were not the nicest people either (And yes they had every right to be upset but not to the extent that they took it). When the uncle spoke to the "victims" they belligerently said that Ena was ignorant and that people like us-"ragheads" need to learn how to speak English and watch where the hell we're going(This I agree with). But some of the other stuff was too rude and too profane for me to share with you all. In my opinion, though, they sounded like the ignorant ones.

In the end though, Ena's father told her that if the people called back to tell them to either call the insurance company OR call him. That's it. And for Ena not to worry anymore.

It was a crazy day.

From this point on, I will pack a lunch for myself. And eat that lunch without complaining.

And never ever will I complain about being bored. (Or at least at this job)