It Hurt Me More Than It Hurt You

At first sight, it's such a seemingly ridiculous phrase to say. But when you're the speaker, you can understand the situations when it is deemed necessary. But when you're the listener, even in the cases when it does make sense (somehow) it still can sting like a muthafuqa.

So basically, I think I made a kid cry Wednesday afternoon. We had our work session and this one kid - i mean student - has been coming in for the last two weeks. He came right when some other newcomers joined so I told them all about what my expectations would be and how I needed to test them out first. Now mind you, the big draw fo us is the money. The students have the opportunity to get paid and rake in some decent change doing stuff they enjoy.

But unfortunately, homeboy is just a bit too clueless on the whole process. I really appreciate his interest and so forth, but I can't get into the business of training them. That's what their classes and free time is for; to learn and hone their skills in graphic & web design/development. So after a rather unnervng puppy-dog faced, I had to let money know that I just am now comfortable assigning him to any real projects neither now nor in the next few months. I kdi you not when I say I think I heard him whimper. So now I feel like shT for tunring him away. I didn't tell him he couldn;t come back and tried to encourage him to immerse himself and parlay off everyone else as a resources by glancing over shoulders and taking notes.

So I guess I'll just have to wait until next week to see if he'll keep coming back. Because it would really suck a$$ to the nth degree I me saying something as simple as that ends up turning him off completely to technology or design, or worse yet, an interest in those types of careers or even school for that matter. I'd have to put a hit out on myself if I end up as the d!ckhead authority figure that doubted some youth full of potential. Awww fuq, man, I need to go and google some former teachers of mine and say thanks.