Sunday, 30 September 2007

the weekend's end

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important. Bertrand Russell

have a wonderful week :-)

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Wednesday, 26 September 2007

13 out of infinite

Since I need to blow off some steam, here it’s a sliver of  the list of things I really, really, REALLY hate.  :-)

1. people with annoying cell phone ringtones that pollute my environment.
2. people who put on too much perfume, cologne, and/or love the scent of their clothing detergent.
3. people who don’t bathe often and are not aware of their body odor.
4. loud private and personal conversations in public- (thank you cell phones!)
5. deadlines
6. mandatory meetings with people who haven’t gone over the points the secretaries so kindly typed and prepared. 
7. idiots in positions of power- too many to mention
8. drivers who should have their licenses taken away for life for: not using turning signals; driving too fast; and basically, don’t care who makes it home at the end of the day.
9. not being able to save all the animals and children I wish I could.
10. having too many blank checks and not enough money to use
11. having rules in school against obscene language that restrain me from saying “no argument there” when a student has enough of the immature behavior from a 21 year-old senior (12^th grade) and screams across the room “you’re a fucking idiot!”
12. staying up all night writing a paper for my literature class, losing my beauty sleep, sleeping a total of 3 hours to have the professor say “I’m moving the deadline for next week”   %@#&^$@  %^&*!!!!!!!
13. cities with weak public transportation that force individuals like me to drive with people covered in #8.

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Saturday, 22 September 2007

one of my favs...

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Thursday, 20 September 2007

growing pains

I have been voluntarily going to work on Saturdays in order to catch up with my duties, and it seems the paperwork procreates after I leave.  when Monday comes I’m still behind with s.....stuff.  on the positive side i can't really say anything bad about my students this year because the really bad ones were sent to jail- literally :-)

the only thing that has me going thru the roof are the new requirements created by people who haven't set foot in a classroom, and/or are failed educators.

the newest invention is to have ALL students trained on the proper procedures to step in and out of a bus.  most of our students drive their own cars, but still, we need to train all 2800+ students, 16-18 year olds, on how to do this.  is this brilliant or what?  less time to prepare for standarized tests, what a shame. 

how can i forget, we also need to give a "physical" to students, even when we aren't the P.E. teachers.  should i roll on the floor and laugh or cry?  At least i'll be getting a 3% raise.  woo-hoo!!!!

I am also taking college classes that are loaded with study hours and papers to write.  This time I have 2 professors that I really, really don’t like because they keep reminding us ignorant people that they have PhD’s and certificates that are worth over $250,000 dollars.  The next thing I’ll hear is that they created the universe or something equally annoying. 

My boss gave me some wonderful information the other day and I’m trying to apply it to my real life:

1. Wantin’ ain’t gettin’
2. You are either on time or late- there’s not such thing as being early. (This last one has to do with yours truly always arriving “too early” and this makes him, my boss, who is on time, look as if he is the one who is "tardy.")   What-eh-vah!

                                                       happy weekend  *.*

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Thursday, 13 September 2007

and now with lyrics!

I need to make-up for that last video. 

Baba O'Riley by The Who

Out here in the fields

I fight for my meals

I get my back into my living

 I don't need to fight To prove I'm right

I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry

Don't raise your eye

It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand

Travel south crossland

Put out the fire

Don't look past my shoulder

The exodus is here

The happy ones are near

Let's get together Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland

It's only teenage wasteland

Teenage wasteland Oh,

oh Teenage wasteland

They're all wasted!

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Wednesday, 12 September 2007

for women, and the men who love them

I got this really nice email and felt like sharing with y’all, men and women alike. 

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Saturday, 08 September 2007

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Monday, 03 September 2007

i got questions, who has answers?

My grandmother once revealed a secret about my mother- my dear straight-laced, conservative mom used to be a hippie who went by the name of Sunflower.  She was an anti-establishment girl who became an established woman working for the system.  I really can’t explain how I ended up being like the woman I never saw her be.  I am quite liberal in my views and politics.  My sister on the other hand, could campaign for the GOP.  We are like that show from the 70’s that I’ve seen from time-to-time on tv “All in the Family.”  We even borrowed one of the lines from the show as a family motto: “there are 3 things you can’t talk (to Archie) about 1. politics 2. religion 3. everything else.”

My mom burns incense and talks about spiritual cleansing, but only because I got her reacquainted.  I can’t get her to wear tie-dyes yet.   Today it was one of those days when she was burning myrrh and I came in, and interrupted her mantra.  For some reason one of my friends invited my mom to her child’s b-day party so we had to hurry. 

I think interrupting the mantra caused something to go wrong in the universe bc once we were on the road I got a call that the celebration had been cancelled due to illness.  (nothing serious)  we head back home where I volunteer to cook for my mom.  (I am the better cook of the family, but don’t ask me to bake, please!)  I proceed to gather all the ingredients for a de-lish chicken cacciatore (similar recipe here)  when a glass bottle of vinegar exploded for some unexplained reason and bathed me from head to waist in the bitter liquid!

I was mad for a few minutes and began to think of all the things I hate, dislike and disagree with.  I began to calm down after I took a shower and washed my almost new and cute tee.  After I had settled down completely, I decided to write this really long post, which is to make up for the time I’ll be away from Motime due to my duties.

Tales from the Single Desperate Office Wife:

Platonic marriage:

Another week bites the dust and 25 more to go. 

I have so much paperwork that I don’t even know which way to turn my head to ignore it.  This year is better than the last, thus far, when it comes to the attitude of my students, but the mess with the scheduling is so horrific; I believe the news stations should be called.  There are special ed students in all regular classes and vise versa.  Almost 2800 students for a school that holds 2200 and teachers with 50 unhappy campers, and food in the cafeteria that not even rodents would eat in times of desperation. 

I’ve learned to not be quiet when I see an “injustice” and I had to contradict my boss this week.  The hostility could be seen as waves of rage projecting from both directions.  Although it wasn’t professional of me to lose control of my emotions, I can honestly say that I don’t have regrets.  (I can’t disclose what caused me to snap) Have I mentioned that I belong to the union? CYA insurance.

In my career as a teenager I learned to choose my battles and to not smart ass my mother, but sometimes it was inevitable.  On Friday I felt like teenager all over again- there’s no other word to say it- I was a smart ass to my boss and he had the look in his eyes of a disappointed parent.  Two other members of my team were present and felt proud of me that I had the ovaries to standup to him.  I wasn’t reprimanded at the time, but there’s always Tuesday. 

Boss knows me very well, and even knows many of my personal issues.  I also know his issues bc we have found that our lives seem to parallel each other, even when we are a couple of decades apart.  Whenever I finish a semester with my personal studies, he’s the #1 cheerleader and encourages me to continue on.  I have been there for him when his friends have walked away.

Now I am left debating of whether or not I should apologize, even when I believe I shouldn’t, and if I do, it won’t be very honest.  I don’t have a problem with asking for forgiveness, or making public apologies, but another thing is to not mean it.  Dilemma, dilemma.  A buddy of mine (retired from Army) told me, and I quote “it’s better to beg for forgiveness than have to ask for permission.”  I wonder if this applies here….????

And now about being single:

I haven’t had much luck with the men in my life, but I choose to always see the positive side of things.  One of the lessons I learned from an ex was to say “NO!”  Ok, I should rephrase the first sentence: I have been lucky to have met the men I’ve had, and to not have kept any in my life.  My fear of rejection has actually weakened as I’ve grown comfortable with my skin.  Question # 2 is:  Since I’ve semi lost some of the fear of rejection, should I ask someone out on a date? 

I’m surprised I had not met L before bc we graduated from the same high school a few years apart, work in the same field, and support same causes.  L. seems to be wonderful and understanding, quiet, somewhat shy, and has gone out of his way to inform me that he’s single with no children, just dogs. 

We met on a steamy summer day around 6pm in July.  He and I made eye contact and smiled.  I can’t remember what we talked about for about, but it was brief- whatever it was-he made a lasting impression. 

Fast-forward 2 months and we met again.  Our paths crossed once more and this time we have contact information.  Is it kismet?  We shall see.

Until we meet again.

p.s. the cacciatore came out delicious and my shirt had to be washed twice to get the vinegar scent out.  All is well. 

p.p.s i want an 8ball for xmas!

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