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Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Deena - May 04, 2005 6:24:30 pm PDT #7486 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I passed all my education courses without learning very much, unfortunately. It left me severely unsuited to actually teach.

Massive jobma vibes to Katie and hang-on-happy vibes to Chloe.


Strix - May 04, 2005 6:34:33 pm PDT #7487 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Oh, my, yes, I am getting that feeling.

I got my M.A. in English at this school, and it went slick as snot. The School of Ed is...pretty fucking hellacious.

So my friend came over and brought junk food and cola, amongst other happy making, and talked me down off my rage. I'll just have to take those last 6 hours in the fall, when I start teaching. My advisor said I could take 6 hours of independent study with her, and write a unit plan. So, I'll just fill out a new FAFSA for the fall, or maybe with a new job, I can just (ugh) pay the tuition up front.

Still am GRRR, but more mellow, have-plan-grr. At least now I can stop dinking around with the portfolio -- it's done -- and starts sending out mad resumes.


Lee - May 04, 2005 7:05:37 pm PDT #7488 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Hi all! I had a long meara, but then I hit the wrong button, and lost it, so -ma to those who need it, and yay to Stephanie and Chi-Kat for end of school and to doomed Jen.


ChiKat - May 04, 2005 7:08:18 pm PDT #7489 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Erin, you know that paper you proofed for me? I got a 95. Go, me! And, thanks again!

Deena, I'm a bit scared of the same thing happening to me. I've had one methods class with the secondary English person and she rocked. I'm taking another one with her in the fall, so I hope it's another good class.


Deena - May 04, 2005 7:18:56 pm PDT #7490 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Chikat, it's pretty scary. I was a crap teacher. If I'd had a better grounding, and if I'd been prepared for the politics and the administration, I might have been a better one. I hope your education prepares you better, though education can not replace the first year of teaching (aka learning by fire). Being aware of your shortcomings as the teaching progresses will help you address them. I think you and Erin will be awesome teachers.


Cass - May 04, 2005 8:29:42 pm PDT #7491 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I read everything yesterdy and was writing a post when my powercord slipped and I lost everything. A lack of electricity euthanized my meara.

No no no, the echidna isn't evil enough. Helio Castr-r-r-roneves is way evil, with his dastardly schemes and twirling his moustache.
t dies laughing Thank you billytea! ( I hear this every time an annoucer mentions him on the teevee. In your voice. Still funny. )
FASTER PUSSYCAT! KILL!KILL! -ma
Oh Erin, that is horrible but you turn a hell of a phase.
and I just feel like a totally and completely inadequate friend.
Clearly peope will have already shook the sense into you (as I am catching up from the last 24 hours still) but, vw, you are such an amazing friend, especially to J.
There are other Buffistas on OkCupid?
I did the test but am still Not Ready to Date. Granted, I am never ready to date. I just start talking to someone and end up living with them as actual dating stresses me. Or at least I have three times. It seems like enough of a pattern so far that I should work with it.
And now he's not phoned me yet to confirm his all-but job offer. Argh.
We hateses this. When people all but offer you a job, they should damn well follow through and offer you the damn job.

So the woman I am working with at this temp thing (an advertising agency) asked me if I could come in an hour early tomorrow. Sure, I say. Turns out she and the CEO want to go with the high level account exec / ideas sort of guy to a client meeting tomorrow. It's pretty continuing the interview / evaluation thing we've been doing for a week and a half. In a trial by fire sort of way. send the ~ma! I am giddy happy. And nervous.

The owner, in theory, is supposed to decide by next Tuesday whether he wants to bring in someone new (um? ME dammit...). They do desperately need someone and I am a good fit for the Many Hats in Charge of Lots of Things position we are discussing.

Did I mention YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?


Cass - May 04, 2005 8:49:19 pm PDT #7492 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Crap.

I really need to take an Ambien tonight so I can not stress about tomorrow, not stay up whilst stressing about tomorrow and get up refreshed and early tomorrow to "make a good impression" -- and lure people into giving me money regularly.

The problem? Not sure if I took it yet. I was definitely thinking about it. Even planning on it. But did I? In between grabbing an outfit out of my closet and checking the alarm clock, I don't have a clue if I did or not.

Guess I will wait twenty minutes and see if I am sleepy/sleeping.

On the clothes thing, I am doing black suit pants and a gray dressy but casual feel cashmere sweater. Does this work? It's a business but not suit kind of day so far as I can tell.


Lee - May 04, 2005 8:56:01 pm PDT #7493 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Good luck tomorrow, Cass.

I think the outfit sounds nice.


Cass - May 04, 2005 9:27:13 pm PDT #7494 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Thanks, Perkins!

I think this trial by fire client meeting is around 9:30 a.m. board time tomorrow, but there is an hour drive up, maybe thirty minutes to an hour for the actual meeting, and then an hour drive back with Company Dude so fling the ~ma at will. I likely need to impress him, and those I will report back to, far more than the actual client. Though if I get the job, I suspect I also get the client as a gift with purchase because they are hard to work with, so that bit going well wouldn't be amiss either.

I am so ready for an income I can count on. I really do want this. There would be a learning curve that could lead to avalanches of trouble but I don't think they want anything that I really can't do, they just want things that I haven't done yet. And those are learnable.

I dipped into a wickedly hot bathtub for a few minutes and either that or the Ambien I may or may not have taken has me feeling like sleep is giving me that certain look every once in a while... It might turn out to be a one-night stand, it might be looking at some other girl altogether, but I am going for it because it might be twu luvzzzzzzzzz.

Night all.


sj - May 04, 2005 9:44:44 pm PDT #7495 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Much ~ma for tomorrow, Cass.

I can't sleep.