I have no idea if I am using the proper spelling of callus – in reference to calling someone callus, that is. I know that a callus is the hardened or thickened skin that forms. In the old days those were known to be on my feet from so many hours of dancing. It must have been pretty bad at one point because every time I would go to have my shins wrapped while running track the guy would scrape off my calluses..hmm…
Anyways, so, I’ve had plenty of calluses in my life, but never has this been a word used to describe me. Me of all people – I guess when life kicks you in the butt (or you at least feel that way) you tend to be a little hard in certain subjects. I do not look at it as me being “hard”, but merely “real” that things happen. I am sure you are on the tips of your seat wondering how a sweet little person, that tries her hardest not to offend anyone, could ever be called this word. Get ready for story time!
Yesterday a woman, let’s call her Juanita, drops off something to me at my place of work. It was a pair of sunglasses to give to another person, we’ll call her Ethel. Juanita tells me to give the sunglasses to Ethel and states she is in a lot of pain and headed to the doctor. Maybe an hour passes and I receive a phone call from Juanita asking if Ethel had picked up her sunglasses…
Juanita: “Has Ethel been there yet?”
Juanita: “Well, DO NOT let her get those sunglasses…I just got back to the doctor and he told me I have scalpel herpes and it is very contagious and pregnant women should not be anywhere near me.”
Me: “Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that, I will certainly let her know.”
Juanita: “Please, make sure she does not touch those sunglasses. I cannot remember if I had them on my head, I might have, but do not let her touch them.”
Me: “I will make sure and not let her touch them”
**then I am to listen more and more and more about how not to let Ethel touch the sunglasses**
Juanita: “I would feel guilty for the rest of my life if something happened to her baby”
Me: “You shouldn’t feel guilty for the rest of your life, things happen – even when there isn’t a reason.”
Juanita: silence…then continues on about Ethel not touching the glasses.
So this morning I get a call from Ethel telling me how Juanita called her (to tell her not to touch the sunglasses) and then proceeded to let her know “that girl” (referring to me) was callus about the subject. Of course Ethel defended me and explained the situation and Juanita was apologetic after she found out my deep dark secret.
It is so frustrating, but at the same point I don’t care that I am insensitive towards the subject. I feel that it is ok for me to be “hard” if you will because it happened to me. Maybe I am bitter because this woman clearly forgot who I was, even though she has known me for years, or maybe it was because she was in contact with me and didn’t seem to care that I might become infected with her scalpel herpes. Needless to say I picked up the glasses with a paper (double) towel and put them in a plastic bag – I was not about to touch them.