{{{Erin}}}

I can look at your resume, hon.

Oh, god, thank you.

I've been paging through my portfolio, and quietly freaking out.

EDIT: And insent, to profile addy. Thanks SO much. I very much appreciate it.

Backflung, Erin. Impressive stuff, love. You're freaking out for nothing, I promise.

Oh, thank you! I'm glad to know that other teachers have 2 pagers; I sweated and tossed and chopped to get that damn thing down to one. I've got some good stuff that I can put back in now.

I was looking at the dates just now, and I thought, damn, when did I get so old?! I had teaching experience in 1994! Geez.

(Must go out and buy vat of Creme de la Mer. CRAP. Cannot afford de la Mer. Must buy vat of Olay. ----- Can't afford that either. Will slather self in Always Save peanut butter, creamy, smoke and attract bees. Damn. Too old to attract bees. Will curl up in dessicated ball of age, clutching sheaves of teaching resume in wrinkly hands.)

I was looking at the dates just now, and I thought, damn, when did I get so old?! I had teaching experience in 1994! Geez.

The word you are looking for is "seasoned," my dear. Seasoned. (My student teaching was '97 and I had a year of writing center tutoring before in '95, so I'm not that far behind you.)

The word you are looking for is "seasoned," my dear. Seasoned.

Hee. I'm trying to decide if I am more of a curry, a jerked or a blackened.

You're HOT & SPICY. Obviously.

Agh. As Kristin can attest (because she met me briefly for some lifesaving food, shortly after work), today was vaguely nightmarish.

I didn't have access to the stuff I'm supposed to. Which wasn't really a huge issue, as the woman I'm training with was flittering around like a five year old with ADHD. Which is one way of doing this job (it's not that she wasn't DOING stuff, it's just...not the way I do things. So made it hard to learn from her). And then we had a midday all hands conference call. Where they changed the call in number three times. Last time five minutes before the call. While we weren't at the computer. So we finally get on the call a few minutes after it started, only to find out that I WASN"T just paranoid like she thought, but that I CAN read the signs, and they were, in fact, LAYING PEOPLE OFF. OMG. Not in my division, thank god, but JESUS CHRIST, UNIVERSE, just because I am stress laughing does NOT mean this is actually FUNNY.

Then there was the fact that she was driving back to San Diego, so wanted to work straight through lunch (she gave me half a sandwich from her bag) and left at 4pm. Luckily, Kristin got off work around then, so met me for some food before I collapsed.

Now I am not wanting to do this again tomorrow, especially. Oy. So many little details that are different from how I"m used to. The basics are the same, but the devil is in the details--and that's the part she's flitting about and I'm not getting pinned down. Good thing this isn't (fingers crossed and knock on wood) supposed to be a site I'm taking over, just one I'm going to be her backup for? Ay.

Poor meara. I'm so glad I got to see you, though!

Meara, that's appalling. I'm just trying to imagine the degree of paranoia that can thrive in a work-from-home scenario.

Great timing on your part, Pix.