There is a lovely volunteer at my office once a week. She is quite a lot younger than I am and extremely stylish. She makes her clothes and they are wonderful. Baggy overalls, oversized jumpers, paired with stylish jackets and sneakers….she looks like a page in a fashion magazine. Her smile is beautiful and contagious.
I enjoy having her in the office. (Not just because the style factor goes way up when she is there.) I enjoy having her in the office because I consider her my friend; I don’t make friends easily. I am socially awkward.
We talk while we work. We talk about our children, families and pets. I like to hear about her sewing and knitting projects – she knits much more complicated things than I would ever attempt.
We talk about strange English idioms (she is from Japan)….We were trimming some papers one day – her eyes got very wide when I told her to “eyeball it.” We have a lot of conversations about those kinds of things.
As a volunteer, she is remarkable. If she can’t come, she often arranges for one of her friends to fill in for her. She learns quickly and I am always amazed at how fast and accurately she completes the tasks I ask her to do. Whether I ask her to help run copies, or assemble booklets, or ask her to help me water the plants, she does so cheerfully. The office is a brighter place when she is there.
I find it amazing that someone can come from halfway around the world and navigate all the things that are different here – not the least of which is the language.
She asked me a couple weeks ago if she could read my blog. I hope she reads it today.