Olivia just ruined the moment by climbing on top of the kitchen table and stripping off her diaper while wearing her pink and silver Skechers.

My daughter is a table dancer.

They make clear-heeled Sketchers?

she has no control over the post office.

She has control over whether she gets delivery confirmation, no? Chance she takes.

Argghhh.

The job that checked DH's references yesterday called him today at 2:45. Unfortunately, he didn't hear his cell phone go off and didn't get the message till after 5:00.

So. Still in suspense. And I could've done with some good news after today.

I have no problem with the the girls making up the exams when they return

Well, but then they'd have extra time to study! Not that they'd actually be likely to be studying on safari, but...Glad to hear the parents aren't stupid/evil enough to just randomly demand this, but that they were taken aback by the schedule change.

Well this is interesting! The book arrived today. Stamped "Marquette University Library". I can't find any evidence that it is a discard. I logged into the MU card catalog and it's listed as on the shelf.

And oh yes, the seller said she couldn't think of any reason why the book I ordered on September 8th hadn't arrived yet. The shipping sticker is dated September 28th.

I graduated from college at 19. I should be some kinda super-genius full professor or something, right?

I wish I had a root.

I don't have my degree. I have a job that involves wiping the poopy butts of adults. On any given day, I might be dealing with quarrelsome folk with the mentalities of toddlers or of teenagers, and they ain't gonna be taking care of me when I'm old in return for all my hard work.

And yet, I have a fair bit of satisfaction in my work. I know that the work I do is important. Not important on a grand scale, like teaching math or English to several classes of young people every day or like providing sound tech design to Beverly Hills for the holidays. But it is very important to a small handful of individuals, and to their families.

I know that because I hauled my butt in to work today, the way I relate to A. kept her from targetting someone else with violent behaviors. Because I went to work today, S. completed putting his laundry away in his own time, and with a friendly face to talk about racing with while he worked (Yeah, all I really know about it is that S. likes Tony Stewart, and that he is weirded out by Dale Jr. changing teams) - and that bit by bit he is learning the physical skills needed to hang stuff up himself. I got to say outrageous things like A. should paint the ceiling purple when she gets up in the morning, and she appreciated the silliness.

If you can find some satisfaction in your work, see how important it is in the grand scheme of things - because teachers, librarians, nurses, and paperwork mavens make things happen, make things happen that are important to some one who needs those things done - then you should be holding your head up high, against the opinions of any one foolish enough to not respect you. If you are not getting that satisfaction, well then, maybe you should not settle for what you are doing.

Every Bitch should be at least as happy in their work as I am.

WindSparrow is wise.

I know that the work I do is important. Not important on a grand scale, like teaching math or English to several classes of young people every day or like providing sound tech design to Beverly Hills for the holidays

Why on earth would you think what you do is less important than any of these? You do such important, such difficult work. I am in awe of the work you do.

Yeah what Kristin said. WindSparrow is wise except for that part.

Sigh. Not NEARLY so easy to read a book and watch TV at the same time if you don't have TiVo. Doh.

But I do have a TV antenna now, so get a few more stations. Now I just have to figure out WHEN shows are on. And what channel. How did people DO this? So....primitive. Gawd. (Doesn't help that there's no TV remove, apparently!)