Reading Rainbowish

It is strange how sometimes you get reminded of things from the past while you are doing something in the present. My son doesn't like to learn new words, which is strange because he likes to read, but nonetheless, I had to get creative for him to learn new spelling words so I came up with a game that I used to watch on TV back in the day called Concentration where the people had to remember stuff and I used to play it with cards when I was younger with my sister. So, I wrote his spelling words on index cards or card stock and we play concentration so he is learning the words and he is having fun all at the same time. Of course, he gets a thrill out of "beating" mommy too, an added bonus. 

So, while I was playing this game with him last night I was thinking back to about 10 years or so ago when I had applied for  a job reading to the blind. I found this job online when I was volunteering at job center helping other people compose their resumes and cover letters. So, I said what the heck and applied for it since you know I can read and all. I was thinking how hard can that be? I got a call a couple weeks later for an interview. I had to take the bus and I was early, typical for me going places I have never been. I left in plenty of time in case I got lost and had to call for help or directions. I sat on this bench across the street from the place and waited and chatted with this homeless woman until it was time for me to go in. She was very nice and told me a lot about the place before I left. She had used it for some services since she was disabled herself. I thanked her for the information and she smiled and wished me luck. 

I go in and the receptionist tells me to have  a seat which I did on a little chair about ten feet from the desk. A man sat in the chair next to me. He was tall, bald and had a beard that reminded me of Santa Claus. He asked me if I could help him fill out a form for his case worker because he forgot his reading glasses. Before we were done the case worker called him and he wished me luck with the interview and hurried down the hallway to an office with an open door at the very end of the hallway. 

About ten minutes later this woman appeared and introduced herself and asked me to follow her. We walked to the other end of the building where her office was and so were a couple of people and they all introduced themselves. I sat down and was given a book with a book mark in it and was asked to turn to that page and read the page. I did. It was a passage about Freud. It had some big words as my son would say but I managed to read them correctly. 

The next step was answering questions from them. The typical what would you do questions if this or that happened.  I did the best I could with those and that was basically the end of the interview besides the usual don't call us we will call you. 

I didn't get the job. They never called so I called them and found out that way. But, that was okay. 

I told my son that story last night and emphasized the importance of reading and even though I didn't get the job I told him I still had to know how to read lots of words. He agreed and guess what? He now wants to play our concentration game ten times per day. I think I need to find more new words.