'Out Of Gas'
[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.
nice, askye.
Yesterday we started removing the glued down carpet in the dinning room kitchen area. gross, and very hard work. Today I've spent most of my time organizing and moving stuff-- so we can pull off more carpet. I'm already tired enough for a week
Oh, askye! It looks fabulous!
There's a Dilbert about hiring an intern to wander around waving his arms to keep the lights on.
"Another journalism major enters the workforce."
(Panel 1: Pointy-haired boss tells Dilbert and his short buddy that, to save money, they've installed motion-detector lights.
Panel 2: Pointy-haired boss says that the problem is, they keep going off, so they brought in an intern to flap his arms at intervals to keep the lights on. [Intern is seen in the background, flapping.]
Panel 3: Dilbert looks at short buddy and says, "Another journalism major enters the workforce." [Intern is still flapping in the background, this time with teeth gritted and an angry look on his face.])
I've had that comic strip on my computer monitor for about 10 years, possibly longer.
What, doesn't everyone agree with me all the time? Isn't that a law or something?
Only in your head, sweetie.
I suspect not even there.
See, now, that was scarily perceptive of Joe. Really.
Oh, goodness! Have you guys seen this? [link]
hi bitches!
Oh, my internet is working! It's been almost 5 days.
SO. I have a job, and actually started today. Insanely early, I know. Their enrollment went up and they needed an elective teacher. Um. Great.
Pay is ok, it's a corporate charter, which will be interesting, and I'm teaching Newspaper, Yearbook and 4 sections of Multiculti Lit one semester and Intro to the Novel the next.
No, I'm NOT a journalism major. Taught Newspaper or Yearbook? Nevah...
I have told them this, and they are fine with it. So, I guess I'm going to do the best I can. I'm not worried about yearbook, but with newspaper...they're gonna have to be ok with a monthly or biweekly job, and I'm going to be a week ahead of the kids on the basics of Journalism 101.
So, that's my news. Also, I have a PSA:
Never let a guy in an alley pick you up on a Saturday night. Even if he's cute. It leads to sad French farce.
Ok!!
Never let a guy in an alley pick you up on a Saturday night. Even if he's cute. It leads to sad French farce.
...this sounds like it could also lead to a horror movie.
BUT YAY A JOB!!!
I've been reading Jonathan Kozol and thinking again about teaching middle/high school. I've really enjoyed most times I've taught kids in the middle school range, and my teaching style seems to mesh better with them than with college kids. Or it could just be that I need to learn some more about how to teach college courses. And maybe grow a few inches taller and get a deeper voice. (People STILL think I'm in high school. I'm 27!)
...this sounds like it could also lead to a horror movie
Yeah, that genre might apply too. One of those stupid "Scary Movie" types, but without any violence or death.
(I did know the guy he's with, and the alley is the driveway of my apartment. I'm morally ambiguous, but not a complete moron.)
And boy, howdy, was I relieved to get a job. And it'll be interesting to teach those two new-to-me classes. I mean, actually class time to do something that, to me, feels extracurricular!