White

Good day today. Not as in the weather stakes of course. I actually have yet to discover why the village of Zejtun is so cold, again as in temperature. I really don't know, but the cold hits you to the bone. Oh well, the characteristic warmth of the people more than makes up for it. It's not as I had very quiet people today. But if I were a little person, I too would get excited. As it is I'm not a little girl, and yet I also got excited. I have discovered, that if you take any subject in the world and put it across as story telling, you will have all the little people's undivided attention, as well as excitement. And of course excitement does not come in quite packages. I don't mind, as long as I get the message across. And excited little people wanting to ask a million questions is a good sign. It means I haven't been rambling on and on for nothing. But one adult person today hit me straight below the belt. And I didn't react because she is usually a nice adult person, and I'm almost sure she meant no harm at all. It seems I have no problem with the actual thing I am employed to do, and that is deliver information, inspire, excite and give little people a clear picture of what the music world is about. And other things such as standing up to bullying, embracing diversity. That all comes so easy. But I think I have to spice up my act, which means I'm going to have to forfeit an hour of my already little sleep. Sleep never comes easy, sometimes the dreaded clock hits 4am before I get a hint of sleepiness. Then I drag myself up at 7.30am, which means I have no time to do all the works. Oh dear, if the people I work with had to see me in the evening I think I'd shock them because then I have time to do all the works, and I look like a different person. Yes I wear heels, I am a dab hand at make up, I wear jewellery and fine perfume. Just not in the morning. Then I wear precious Nikes, sensible woolen pants, and woolen tops. It's just too cold for anything else. And not a trace of make up, which probably makes me look a little bit ill. I'm not ill, I'm just a white female, so my skin is white and the cold is making it whiter than white. I do not get to sit down for 6 hours, so heels for me would be so insensible. But my female colleague, who really means well, thinks I look deathly pale and as if about to be struck by some sort of illness. But I'm fine, I just am not a morning person, and prefer to sleep than to spend some half hour deciding which kind of shoes will go with which bag. I do not carry Chanel to school, it's another thing which is so impractical, I have my big Nike bags in which I probably carry half of my life's belongings around. I have everything in there, whiteboard markers, CDs, wet wipes to wipe any knee which just got bruised, tissues to wipe away tears if necessary, stickers and other little things to brighten up the day of a little person who has come far, but no make up bag in there. I would love to be able to get up earlier, but I can't. And although I know that looking nice is nice for nice little people, after all I am employed to care about little people. My white skin doesn't feature in my list of duties.