I originally thought that I would teach this one last class and be done with it since my friend had signed up for it because she wanted me as an instructor. Then, when things went south with that class I thought – once I get paid and teach that last one in April then I’ll be done.
But, the universe was telling me different.
The night before I quit I slept very poorly. I woke up and my clothes were all sweaty and I was shivering. I had this dream that I was back at this very terrible company I worked for 6 years ago. During my time there I took Xanax regularly because I had panic attacks all the time. I had a boss who would scream at us in meetings and another one who constantly harassed me because I was a woman. I was even sexually harassed there by another woman. One time while I was there I even broke out into shingles I was so stressed out. They really did me a favor in laying me off in 2009. However, it was a very bad lesson to learn. Because of being laid off – I lost my BMW, I had to file bankruptcy and I was unemployed for over a year before I went to the last job at the DOD. [And, can you just imagine how embarrassing it is to have your neighbors who you have lived next to for years see a tow truck come and take your car right out of the driveway?] But, like I said – they really did me a favor laying me off because I would have gone on working for them and being miserable. Ironically now they are one of my consultants and they work for me. The first week I was at my new job their snake of a VP caught me in the elevator and tried to suck up to me. I just looked right through her.
In the dream I had decided to work for them part time along with my full time job – like the motorcycle gig. People were treating me ok to my face but when I tried to go find a restroom they didn’t have any. [I always have dreams about not getting to a restroom in time, or not being able to find one, or finding one and it’s too dirty to use or all the stalls are full – I don’t know what that’s about that but I think it has to do with anxiety].
So, I sat at the bar thinking about this and decided that the universe was telling me something in the dream and between that and everything that happened lately I needed to do something or else something really bad was going to happen. Like say – I teach one more class and someone gets really hurt or even killed on my watch. It changes my life forever – that one.last.class. I mean, I’ve been fortunate in teaching that the most someone’s ever gotten hurt is from a broken leg. [Although, that was pretty serious – the student at the time was going into shock, it was cold outside, we were covering her up, we called 911, I had to call her husband who was a cop and he came right over in the squad car with a prisoner he was transporting in the back. But they had great things to say about us and handling it]. But, back to that – the universe was saying if you don’t let this go it’s going to get even worse. So, I took another drink and wrote out that very short resignation.
But, let me tell you one of my favorite one more time stories. It wasn’t about me but two other instructors, Dan and Paula. They were teaching together and on their last exercise of the day on Sunday doing an exercise called “the box” where it’s very tight turns in the limited space of a box. They have to do a really tight U-turn left and then one right. So, they were running it and Paula said to Dan, “Ok, they’ve had enough. Let’s end this and start the evaluation.”
“Let’s give them one more time.”
So, they did. They had a few riders who were very weak in this exercise – why Dan wanted to give them another chance before the test to nail it. One of the weak riders entered the box and as she was doing her second turn to the right hit the throttle and took off towards the line of people sitting on their bikes waiting their turn to go. She managed to hit two of them –one diving off the bike before she hit it and the other going down as she clipped the back of it.
Both instructors acted quickly in assessing if everyone was ok. Paula was next to the woman who hit the other two who was ok. The other guy who got clipped was fine and had already gotten up and brushed himself off but his motorcycle had to be replaced because of a broken brake lever. Dan was next to the guy who had dived off his bike checking him for injuries and talking to him. He didn’t appear to have any and when he asked him if he needed help up he said, “I feel a little faint.”
“Ok, do you want us to call an ambulance?”
“No, I’m just – is the other lady ok?”
“Yes, she’s fine, why?”
“Because there’s her hair laying there”, pointing, “did she get her head caught in the chain or something.”
Both Paula and Dan went over to investigate. The hair he was referring to was a weave the woman was wearing and apparently it had come off when she hit them and was laying on the range.
Paula looked darkly at Dan and said, “One more time, huh?”
So, fortunately no one was hurt but that cost them an additional hour on their day of switching out motorcycles, letting people chill a bit before the test and writing up accident reports.
But, it could have been worse be-weave me.