Today is Talk Like a Pirate Day, which means I get to say things like “poop deck” and “bunghole” without shame…well, with less shame than any 31-year-old with a parrot on her shoulder would normally feel. At my old job, we got really into this beloved holiday. Mr. Keester even got all of us pirate flags to proudly display in our cubes. Sometimes we swashbuckled in the copy room too. If that’s not the life of a pirate, I don’t know what is!
Last night I taught a Photoshop class. Everything went very smoothly except one of the participants had a complete and total meltdown right after class started. It was B-A-N-A-N-A-S! He was shouting and freaking out. (Maybe it was the pizza delivery guy?) I’ve never experienced anything like it. My heart was pounding – I was worried he might get physical. It was very nerve wracking. My immediate instinct was to get him out of the classroom ASAP so I said, “Why don’t you chat with the assistant out in the hall.” Once everything was sorted out, I thought about making a joke to smooth things over – something like, “I guess he thought this was a pottery class” but he had come with a woman and she was still in class. I figured they might be related so I just smiled and marched onward, acting like nothing happened. After he left it was smooth sailing. It’s a difficult class to teach because Photoshop is so vast and overwhelming in all it can do. Fortunately that also means the class is full of lots of “Oooo!” and “Ahhh!” moments when the participants see what Photoshop is capable of. It’s really cool to watch them learn and hear them tut over features, my favorites of which involve slimming my tummy and erasing blemishes in photos.
P.S. Just so you know, my pirate name is Captain Bess Rackham. RESPECT