Heh, I keep hoping to get around to organizing the books in our office, but there's so much crap scattered around this room that in two years I haven't ever quite gotten it cleaned up enough to have room for book organization.

The pile of old, unused tech alone is about four feet high. We either need to craigslist this stuff, or just take it to electronics disposal and be done with it.

I want to organize my books, but I have to find and install a hanging stemware rack first. Geesh.

{{{Raq}}} I hope the weekend treats you well.

I need to clean the floors before my sister gets here for a visit this evening. The kids finally went down for their naps. And by went down, I mean Owen has stopped screaming and kicking his door.

Time to pick up toys, swiffer and mop.

Raq, at least it was just a sleeve.

Gah. I hated taking my toddlers into public bathrooms. I'm still all, "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING YOU DON'T HAVE TO TOUCH," when I take Julia into the Ladies' Room.

Gah. I hated taking my toddlers into public bathrooms. I'm still all, "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING YOU DON'T HAVE TO TOUCH," when I take Julia into the Ladies' Room.

A friend of mine here trained her two kids to hold their hands up in the air the entire time while in public restrooms (they were 4 and 6). They do NOT touch any surface with their hands--they kick the doors open or use their elbows. It's quite a sight to see.

I'm thinking Owen will be lolling around on the floors and wearing toilet seat covers for scarves, eventually.

argh. stupid day. why you so stupid, stupid day?

I'm thinking Owen will be lolling around on the floors and wearing toilet seat covers for scarves, eventually.

Why not? Kara does.

{{Gris}} I'm one of those teachers who didn't make it past the first year. Hang in there. While I'm fine with the way things have gone since then, I do wish I'd had the lovely advice and support you've gotten today.

My organization plan is "We're moving in a month, so everything will be organized in the new apartment."

It's a perfect plan!

t memememe

So, my boss just wanted to have a phone conversation about Where I Am and How I Feel about my job. The fact that I immediately started panicking and wanting to bawl is probably A Sign that Something Is Wrong, isn't it? (Beyond my total fear of criticism and tendency to tear up in such situations, that is.)

Truths (self-criticism only): I'm not that engaged in my job and I'd much rather be doing something else. I'm not organized enough for this, and I apparently lack any imagination to dream up things that our region could be doing.

However - the pay is decent and the benefits are excellent. It's a sure salary, unlike bartending or theater work. And I have so many more things I want to do, like travel or buy & learn how to ride a motorcycle or go to concerts, that require a good supply of income.

Just today, one of my friends at work asked me where I was going to go next - the culture here is that a lot of people work their required year and then jump to a different job within the organization. I told her that I know I don't want to be doing this, but I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what I'm good at that will allow me to live in the manner to which I've become accustomed.

I guess - should I go to a career counsellor? If so, how do I find one, and how much do they cost? My short-term plan is to cowboy up and not, you know, quit, but clearly something needs to change if I'm having a panic attack at the mere thought of reviewing my work. Any other advice? And jeez, how pathetic is it that I'm having the traditional mid-20's "I don't know what to DOOOO!" angst at 31?

Anyway. I'll try to turn off the memememe tag now.

I'm worried about my dog...she may be a little sick. Dogs do get sick without always being Sick, right?