(* names are ficticious)
About 9 o’clock I come tromping up the alley to the back door, bundled to the nines, to find one student huddled there, waiting to get in, and another one joining us before I have both the deadbolt and the door nob unlocked. We sound like a herd of elephants as we quickly head up the narrow staircase to my office.
I unlock the door to my Azaleas Virtual Assistants office suite, and we all chat about the weather, and miscellaneous things while we peel off coats and boots, etc. My four students are eager to get to their computers and some turn on their monitors before they are fully shed of winter outer wear.
I feel a bit harried as I’d hoped to beat them by a few minutes so I could review the days agenda, and be calm and collected, however, I remind them that their first job of the day is to write someone a thank you or encouragement note. This can be by email or in a handwritten card. They know the procedure, and I have just bought myself about ten minutes of quiet in my private office, where I look over my notes from the day before.
When I come into the larger work room again, three have finished their notes, and are checking email and doing a quick browse online. The fourth student is just signing a hand-written note and I relax and chat with them informally while she addresses the envelope.
In the first six weeks we covered all the basics, like looking inside the computers and fixing a few things, they have installed software, and got familiar with what’s on their computers, and they have now begun to take individual assignments.
I go to one eager student and say, “Okay, Al*, you are back on the site you were updating yesterday.” He grins and says, “Yep, I’ve only got about 9 or 12 pages left to go. I may get that done this morning!” I cheer him on.
Then I turn to Barb*, the second student, and say, “You got that mission site listed on quite a few directories, but you should have a few days left on that list yet, right?” She asks a question about one site that seemed to expect payment. We look at it together again, and I make a decision to ignore that one. “Move on to the next one,” I suggest.
Next I go to Calle*. “We’re going to solve that ftp set up problem today. Can you login to that site’s cPanel, and we’ll review that all step by step.”
Meantime, I turn to Dave*. “Let me show you how to go to PayPal to get the Buy Now button codes for those books on that site, and then you can paste those in one after another today. I think once you have gone through the process once, you’ll be able to do all the rest.”
Then I go back to Calle, and we follow the instructions for setting up a sub-domain and the ftp account for it. We do it slowly, and she takes notes all the way through. All of sudden we both lift our heads and shout with victory! It works. Yesterday we had one capital letter where we shouldn’t. The other students grin and congratulate us.
After a while I go back to my small office, and sit down to answer some emails. After a bit one of the students sings out my name. I hurry back to the classroom, and help solve a minor step sequence question. Then I go back to answer another email or two.
At break time we all move into the lunch room (also known as the computer Operating Room) and take a few minutes for coffee and chat and brainstorming. I don’t have to coax them to get back to work though. Two of them don’t even drink coffee. Like me they sip some water, and pick up one of my home-made energy bars, and head back to their desks.
At noon I have to invite one or two of the students individually to leave their computers and come eat lunch. We all brought our own, though some days I come by car, bring my crockpot and plug it in right away at 9. By noon we all have a hot meal to share. In about half an hour we have eaten and are busy brainstorming business ideas, but I’ve said that a walk around the block is good for us, so all but one, who has a cold coming on, bundle up in parkas and boots, and we go striding around the block, hashing over our ideas, and pointing to some business in the next block that looks like it might be up for grabs soon. We have at least two good ideas for what we’d do in that building.
We remind each other of my rule that they can’t start a second business until this four month period is up. But we are allowed to talk about ideas and do some research on them.
Before 1 pm all my students are in place, and waiting for me to guide them through another step in developing their web business idea. Today we are researching keywords and several get very excited when they realize that they’ve found some keywords that are in great demand. This means their website will do really well! I urge them to drill down some more, and now that they understand how to do this, I leave them to it, but am called back from my email work repeated to give my intuitive sense of whether their idea will fly, or how broad or narrow to focus their niche site.
When a glance at the wall clock shows it is after 4 pm already, and we have totally forgotten to take a mid-afternoon break, I remind them that at 4:45 they are to do their computer back up before they leave for the day. Two of the students groan about how much more they want to get done yet before then. One of the students is clutching her head as if she’s just overwhelmed, the other one is frantically scribbling notes on the edge of the too-small computer desk. I make myself a mental note to see if I can’t afford bigger desks yet.
I had planned to hurry home and do some baking over supper, but Al seems oblivious to the time when 5 pm rolls around and keeps bringing up this small detail and then another and yet a different one to discuss with me. At first I cooperate, then I start putting on my boots while we talk, and hinting that it is time to go home. We’ll continue tomorrow. I have to shoo him out so I can lock the door.
I walk home feeling somehow drained and yet exhilarated. I grin wildly to myself, knowing my scarf hides my face from curious eyes that may lurk behind the windows of the houses I pass. I try to pray, but my imagination is all over the place, picturing more of some of the ideas we discussed. So many possibilities! How will we ever do them all?