Friday, January 14, 2011


First of all, let me say Happy New Year. While I'm at it I suppose I could wish you Happy Holidays, Thanksgiving, Halloween and an all around fabulous Back-to-School. Yeah, it's been a long while.

A move, the potato harvest, travel, internet line connection problems, general busyness and then the weight of inertia. Now it’s full swing busy season, working 6 days a week, plus three evenings of tutoring. But now or never, as they say. So without much prelude, I'll just jump to the present tense. PARKING.

Last year, I remember saying to myself, the one job I really wouldn’t want in the ski station would be to be on the parking team. The Universe in its infinite wisdom, had other ideas as to what is best for me. Yup, the only job I was offered was on the parking team. Beggars can certainly not be choosers and I said yes enthusiastically and gratefully despite my reservations.

I hate to be cold, I am not spatially or mechanically inclined.and I am non-assertive, don't want to piss anyone off or tell anyone what to do, and am nearly incapable of making a quick, definitive's basically the job description.

In a word, put me out on that asphalt and I’m a disaster.

I can hardly describe the anxiety I felt the first week of my job. For example, one of the jobs in the rotation is to stand at the "rondpoint" and only let in vehicles allowed into the shuttle and personnel parking lot. It's basically a VIP personnel parking lot and this year, they decided to crack down and drastically reduce who was considered to have enough "gras" to get in. I was left alone the first day of that change as the barrier guard to be slowly raked over the coals by my darling Les Angles co-habitants, who are mostly from here and certainly not about to be told what to do by an American who has lived here for a year. In short, a total nightmare that became an actual nightmare; I dreamed that Serge Blanc, the director of Service Technique, called me into his office and fired me. I was sick to my stomach everyday before going to work.

Long story short, I’ve learned a bit about how to be more assertive and decisive, an apprenticeship that is coming none too early. And the Powers-that-Be made it known that the parking lot decision was theirs, so lay off.

But mostly, despite my efforts and good intentions, I'm pretty much the weak link on the team. Not good? At what I do? You are talking to a triple Capricorn, straight-A, German-American-descent perfectionist.

It has been one of the most important, healing experiences I have had in a long, long time. I'm learning to try my best but accept I'm incapable and laugh at myself. And in return for my ineptitude, I have been treated by my supervisors and colleagues with the utmost patience, kindness, and help. It has truly been a life-changing, humbling, touching experience.

I'm deeply grateful.

And also still capable of feeling, "Crap. I have to go to work tomorrow..."

1 comment:

  1. on a whim, I checked your blog.... haven't checked for a very very long time and I was SHOCKED to see a post from 2011 ... and actually, shocked to see all the posts! I didn't realize you were writing at all. Anyhoo, so lovely to hear your voice. Wish you had posted a photo of YOU. I miss your beautiful face... but really sweet to see your dad and Guillaume and the gorgeous mountains that are your home now. Still in awe of this. The post about your parking job cracks me up! What a strange sense of humor this universe has! How absolutely bizarro! And how wonderful that you recognize the opportunity! I love you so! Say hello to Guillaume for me!