Yay! Lyra Jane. I'm glad you got an offer, and future jobma is appropriately redirected.
(((P-C))) I don't have any advice for dealing with parents like that. My sister, the actress would but I don't. I do know that one of the last straws for me as far as working at a job I don't like vs. doing something I am passionate about was being up at the bar one day with Mr. H after he got off work. He introduced me to this guy who delivers their kegs. I made some noise about not being able to do that, and I was thinking I was glad I wasn't doing some boring manual labor thing, driving all day in Dallas.
Then he started talking about how much he loves it, how he's never missed a day in like, 10 years. He loves the people and the physicality. He was showing me all the places he'd been injured, and telling me, with much admiration, about this guy he works with who can lift two, one over each shoulder, at the same time.
I want that job. Not hauling kegs specifically, but I want to feel that way about my job.
Speaking of which. If I have 3 writing samples, 2 of which have been published, one of those won an award, and one is a paper that with a little tweaking would be an awesome example of my mad skilz, is it ok to tweak? Only the one that wasn't published? Not the one that won an award? They're really ok as is, but I think they could be better now. I particularly think the paper could be turned into a rather good book review (The book was one of those, "Things were much better in the days before feminism and affirmative action when people got by on their own merits and never had any advantages other than their smarts and willingness to work. Besides, Community College students have cooties!" and the paper tore it apart).
Wonder how many miles I put on my bike the couple of weeks in between buying it and installing the odometer.
The odometer reads 1958.8. The last mile and a half or so involved me being on foot, though. Hmm and there's another couple miles on it from the last time I decided to get off and walk after breaking a spoke. But I guess two broken spokes after a couple thousand miles isn't too bad.
Plei, that sucks. I want to see that movie, too.
Thanks, all!
Kristin, the principal was SO impressed with the bilingual Neruda lesson. You were so right.
I am so excited! I start August 15th, and will be making the most money I have ever made in my LIFE. $6000 more than my job at KU which was 3 years ago.
I'll be able to -- pay rent! Get car insurance! Go to the doctor! Maybe even buy some FREAKING NEW CLOTHES.
That's a bummer, Plei.
On Saturday we went ovr to a friends' place for bbq. Their duaghter (soon to be 2) was fascinated with my keys and spent a lot of time playing with them. At some point, I realized my car key wasn't on the ring any more (it's broken, it comes off all the time). No big deal, DH drove and I have a spare at home.
When we left, we found my car key stuck in the outside lock of the driver's side door. No idea how it got there.
Erin, that's so wonderful! I'm so happy for you.
The Jobma is strong in this day.
No kidding! I need to get my stuff out there today!
Plei, I cannot count on all my nor Mr. H's digits the times we have done really dumb things with our keys (fridge, washing machine, front door, car unlocked, car locked, laundry basket, exactly where they're supposed to be but I was too stupid to look there) and we don't even have a fussy baby. We is just sumtimes dum.
Fred, did it eventually work out between you and your folks?
It is not a condition of your intelligence, but your circumstances. This is what parenting is like with a young baby.
This would have more weight if I hadn't spent my pre-Lily years needing a LoJack on my damned keys.
The big difference is that, post-Lily, I can't just shrug and see it another day, so little fuck-ups feel bigger.
I lose my keys all the time. I spent 5 mins today trying to figure out where I left them. I need to put a dish on the tv or something.
