
I love my volunteers. I really do. But sometimes they can be hard work.
The Wednesday volunteer, RB, is especially hard work. I hate to say it, but she is as thick as two short planks. She's been unemployed since 1986, and I can understand why. She came to us via the job centre's Focus 50 project, and although they never actually said 'she has a learning disability', I strongly suspect that she does. A mild one, at least. She has to be supervised all the time, and has such limited understanding that it drives me mad. I'm constantly explaining things to her second and third times, if not more, every time dumbing my explanation down a little further - and starting with words of one syllable. And she never shuts up. She mumbles away all the time, to me, to anyone else within earshot, or just to herself, chuckling in inappropriate places. Ask her a simple question like, 'do you take sugar in your tea', and instead of a yes or no, you get a slow, long drawn-out ten minute stop-start mumble on the subject of how she came to stop taking sugar in her tea twenty odd years ago.
That, and colleague P is in the office today, and she is lovely, but never seems to engage her ears. She will ask you a question, but only listen to about half the answer, and therefore get it completely wrong.
End rant. I think I will take Friday afternoon off and go Christmas shopping.