Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hate seeing the word "curate" in reference to stores -- as in, "LADiDA" boutique in Toyko has an expertly curated selction of Hello Kitty vibrators."
Bleargh.
Ok, now that I have that off my chest...is there anyone who would be willing to look over my resume? I'm usually pretty good with them, but I haven't done a teacher resume since I got this gig right out of student teaching, and I'm a little insecure about it.
Also -- does anyone know how much I should revamp my teaching portfolio? I haven't touched it since...yeah, student teaching.
EDIT: If anyone's willing to eyeball my res, email addy is good. My net access is flutuating wildly, so I might me on for the next hour or the next minute. Quelle annoying during a job search.
It's still pretty standard in spoken English in Scotland, afaik.
So that's the source of it! There were oodles of Scottish immigrants in my portion of Pennsylvania, and the "You need fed" construction still feels natural to me. I even write with it, because it has a more immediate feel than "You need to be fed."
(this discussion took place several months ago in the Writing thread when someone asked me why I was being so ungrammatical and I went "Huh? What was ungrammatical about that?"
OK, I need to be talked down from a freak-out.
Yesterday I was going downstairs in my sandals, which don't have great treads. Somehow my foot didn't quite grip one stair, and I fell down the last 4-5 steps, none the worse for wear except for a bruised elbow and hip and being a little achy today.
So far, so random. But when I was coming downstairs just now, I somehow turned my ankle on the bottom step and crashed. I think what happened is I noticed one of Annabel's toys on the landing and was sort of already thinking about dodging/stepping over it. But I'm still freaking out that it all means something, even though I feel perfectly healthy and normal, because a healthy and normal 37-year-old shouldn't fall down stairs, especially not two days in a row. Please tell me that at worst this just means it's a good thing I'm getting new glasses within the week or something innocuous like that...
Oh, Susan...honey, I'm the biggest faller in Fallonia. I fall over flat space, barefoot, dead sober. I just..fall.
Stairs? You're FINE.
Erin, I know jackshit about resumes, unfortunately. How are you feeling, though?
Hey, Amy. Actually, I've felt pretty crappy for the last couple of days. I went to graduation, and then a post-grad staff get-together, and then a baby shower on Sat., and I wore heels and tights for the first time...and I spent the last two days in bed.
It sucked. And my stomach is still really sore, and I keep thinking I'm gonna lift a trash bag or something and it'll be 11 pounds not 10, and a giant hernia will pop out of my incision, screeching, and flailing its little insectoid legs like in Alien.
Besides that, kinda ok.
Oh, sweetie. Surgery takes a while to recover from, and you had a very bust couple of days. Sending you all kinds of job~ma, by the way. Any school would be lucky to have you! Now we just want to find an awesome school that pays well and treats you like a queen.
I keep thinking I'm gonna lift a trash bag or something and it'll be 11 pounds not 10, and a giant hernia will pop out of my incision, screeching, and flailing its little insectoid legs like in Alien.
Well ... let's hope that doesn't happen, yes?
I've decided to leave my typo in, even though I'm now tempted to change it to "busty".
I keep thinking I'm gonna lift a trash bag or something and it'll be 11 pounds not 10, and a giant hernia will pop out of my incision, screeching, and flailing its little insectoid legs like in Alien.
I'm sure I'd be exactly the same way.
I'm going to try not to worry about my sudden run of bad luck w/ stairs, though...
the Sesame Street porn in the last Yuletide was hilarious, I thought. Hifuckinglarious.
My Sweet Crazy Ex could do all the Muppet and Sesame Street voices and would tell me dirty muppet stories when I was blue. I would laugh until I was in pain.
Oh, sweetie. Surgery takes a while to recover from, and you had a very bust couple of days.
I know I need to be patient...it's just that I healed so quickly in the first week and and half, and I thought "This is CAKE" and then I've been at the same level of healing (which is the "Ouch, that motherfucker still HURTS" level) for the last 2 weeks and it's...frustrating.
Susan, I'll trade you the falling-down fear for the Alien-hernia fear. I'm good at falling!
Here's hoping the universe hears your job wish, Amy, cause I am hating this uncertainty.