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The end of crazy coworker pt1

Sorry I didn't post this last night, I totally passed out while feeding Sam, haha.

The last day Deya was there was the day of our first team teaching(this is where we taught half of a class with an experienced teacher and were observed and graded) last week.

The training session before the actual class was devoted to practicing the lesson we were going to teach, in front of our trainers. Basically, if we couldn't do it front of them, then we couldn't do it at all and we would be kicked out of training entirely.

We were split up into three different groups, so none of us knew what was going on until close to the end of the day when most of us were finished and we had a break together. Deya was missing from the break room and the other trainees in her group told us she had messed up and was in the office speaking to the company's coordinator and our main trainer.

The group she was with told us that she had been extremely strange all day and that when it was her turn to present, and she was last, she was completely unprepared. She told the trainer that she thought she was only supposed to do the first half of the lesson...even though she had just watched five other people get up and do the entire thing before her, and she would have had the time to look over the very easy last bits.

They also told us that when she was playing the part of a student she would make things extremely hard for the teacher; like, asking for whoever it was to repeat entire sets of instructions. We are expected to fake mistakes from time to time when acting as students for others, but she went overboard. On top of that, when she gave her very short presentation, she seemed to have no idea what she was doing and confused even the native speakers.

After the break, our trainers asked if a few of us could stay behind to act as students for Deya. We were confused, given that, according to what they told us about how we could fail training, Deya should have been long gone. They told us that when they were speaking to her she either sincerely didn't understand what they were saying or she was acting confused on purpose. So, they said she had thirty minutes to study the last part of the lesson and teach it. The trainers then took us, the volunteer students, into a classroom and informed us that Deya would not be staying and they were only allowing this in an attempt to make it very clear to Deya that she could not continue the training.

I ended up really regretting volunteering, and actually fearing for my safety.


My wine glass is filled with Dr Pepper

p101 drama going on today is heeelarious. I usually never catch this stuff while it is happening! Have some oBLOGation stuff!

Let me tell you about my crazy coworker/classmate.

Her name is Deya and she is an older woman, maybe closing in on her fifties. Or maybe her forties? It was honestly hard to tell. The first week of our studies, and learning the company's specific teaching method, I worked with her a few times and she was always very helpful, nice, and, most importantly, lucid.

Something happened at the beginning of our second week, which was last week. I am not entirely clear on what went down but the general gist seems to be that she was acting very strange and she back talked our trainer when given feedback and was just totally off her rocker. I mean, someone would ask her the time and her answer was literally, "Tuesday." and she was dead serious. I guess this led to a fight with the teacher, or some kind of argument, and since then a lot of the idle chatter during our short breaks turned into whispered conversations about her.

I kind of blew it off because I try not to listen to office gossip and not make any judgments until I have experienced the person for myself. Oh, how I did experience her.

At one point our class was split into three different groups and sent into different rooms so we could practice a new concept without volume problems. I agreed to present first and got up and started doing my whole shpeel. At some point I had to involve my other classmates like they were my students. Deya speaks up and says, "I am not advanced as all of you and I need more practice. I am not going to do this. Teacher is so pretty, pretty, pretty teacher." she lowered her head at the last bit and waved me off. I was a little thrown off, her level of English was very good and she was honestly grasping the new material better than I was the last time we worked together. Also, that last part she said with a tone that I felt was a little rude somehow.

The rest of us exchanged some confused, silent, looks and just continued on with what we were doing. Eventually my turn ended and someone else was up. Every now and then, and I could never pin point a pattern as to why, Deya would laugh or giggle or snicker at whatever was being said. One of the other girls presenting stopped what she was doing to look at Deya and Deya gave her what has to be one of the most challenging, bitchy, head shaky looks I have ever seen outside of a day time talk show. I could see the girl getting ready to say something and then just deciding to let it go. I am not sure I would have been able to show the same restraint, if it had been me, I would have at least asked what her problem was.

Throughout the rest of our time in that room she continued to laugh and at one point mimicked someone lightly tapping their pen on the table so hard that she shook our entire work table. She only decided she was going to present after our trainer came in and told us we were done.

After this I saw and heard a lot of other things. She would take down her very long hair during lunch, turning up her iPod to an ear splitting volume, and dance like she was in some sort of slow motion, tossing her hair all over the place and swinging her arms around. The iPod was almost always turned up too loudly. She once turned it up as loud as it would go during one girl's presentation and I think there was almost a fight that day.

One girl(the same girl she made faces at and interrupted with her iPod...I think she may have had it out for her more than anyone else) playfully hit some guy in our group and Deya turns around to him and says something in Spanish like, "YOU WANT ME TO FIGHT HER? I WILL KICK HER ASS FOR YOU." He told her no and that it was fine, they were just playing. Later Deya basically accused this same guy of probably being a rapist.

I came to class one day complaining that I had fallen down in the metro and, though I was unhurt, I was all icky with metro filth. She forever after that brought it up to me, repeatedly asking me if I was ok or hurting from my terrible fall. I didn't think this was rude or anything, it's just that I was really clear when she first asked that I hadn't been hurt at all and she just kept asking me over and over if I was ok, days later even and usually in the middle of a totally unrelated conversation.

I began to suspect she was on some sort of medication that was either improperly dosed or not being used legally.

I guess I will post the rest tomorrow night, I know I tend to glaze over at too long posts.



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