The Continuing Saga of the Self-Centered Man

[copied from dland]

So somebody comes in early in the morning and schedules her class to come in here and work later in the day. As soon as she leaves, I see that SCM has taken out the equipment the class is going to need to work. I ask why he has taken it out now when the class is coming in for seventh period (assuring him at the same time that I probably heard it wrong.) He says he thought he heard second period, but his hearing is bad, too. His general take here is that his hearing is as bad as mine, if not worse. He begins to regale me with the tales of how hard it is to hear the TV at home. At least he has stopped asking me what volume setting I use on my TV. "I have to turn mine up to about 32," he used to say. "Do you listen to yours that loud?" "Mine only goes up to 10," I would point out. "Every TV works on its own system." Duh.

So he's telling me about his hearing problems, which are basically the degenerating hearing of any aging baby-boomer who's listened to too much rock'n'roll. Hello, hello! I had my head cut open so they could see my brain! Somebody disconnected the nerve that hears so it doesn't go from my ear to my brain anymore! Hello, hello, clinically deaf person over here!

So once again, an encounter with SCM leaves me wondering if I am not as self-centered as he is. Perhaps, perhaps not. Sometimes he just drives me crazy.


ENTRY #13