I'm responsible for a group of four gentlemen each weekday morning, for a period of two-and-a-half hours. It doesn't seem like much but it's fairly challenging to keep them going that long. One of the biggest challenges is keeping their cups filled with iced tea. These guys range from purely autistic to severly mentally disabled, and not one of them will take plain old water. So I keep making tea and filling their cups, over and over, throughout the morning. I've started calling my work area "the restaurant" because I mostly serve beverages, snacks, and lunch to my various "customers" while still managing to fit in some artistic instruction. I also have to clean up spills and manage personal hygiene. My favorite job is scrubbing excrement from beneath fingernails so my clients won't poison each other. And all this for under ten dollars and hour!
Reminds me of working at the Blue Willow. Seems I just can't get away from food service, after all.
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Excrement?! Dude, that is so harsh. Are these the people you would have been working with had you continued with your program in LA? Because you might have been bummed on spending so much time and effort (and money) just to end up doing what you're doing now, which sounds like it has very little to do with art. Maybe it's all just good material for a future autobiography.
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