Oh, I meant to comment on that. Yay for Tep hours, and I hope something better comes along quickly. I'm still boggled by the asshattery.

I do not feel like super mom today. Laura's my model for super mom.

Tons of job-ma for Tom from this direction. If I was at my old desk I'd even make magical hand-waving gestures towards the Longfellow bridge.

My sister tells me that a student of hers who missed a test on Monday emailed her on Tuesday that it was because he was involved in a fight over the weekend and was injured. He attached a jpeg labeled "wound" that she refused to open. Dear Students: Just because you can share, doesn't mean you should.

well, in this era of fraud and academic misconduct, perhaps he felt the need to provide proof.

Job~ma for Tom.

Continued ~ma for J.

Purrs to all from Harvey.

Job~ma for Tom!

I'm on a conference call and someone has put the call on hold and their musak is playing softly in the background. As far as "on hold music" goes, it isn't horrible, but yet it is VERY distracting.

Wishing Tom ooodles of job-ma from Thailand!

Lots of job~ma for Tom! And clam~ma for Nora.

I need a haircut, but I am uninspired.

perhaps he felt the need to provide proof.

His needs? What about my poor sister's eyeballs? (Hee!) It leads to some conversation between my sister and I along the lines of . . . "okay, now that a student has done this, what will they think of next?"

I have one professor friend who has on her syllabus "The 'my father got shot in a robbery' excuse" She actually had a student say that he needed an extension because he father was shot and killed in a robbery in California. My friend being my friend, she's calling the dean, trying to arrange for counseling, calling the mother . . . who doesn't know what the hell she's talking about. Dad was right there, kid totally made it up.

I swear, I'm walking around asking myself what job would excite me and invigorate me, make me glad to get out of bed in the morning, and....I got nothing.

So if I don't have a dream to chase, I might as well chase the money.

This is my philosophy. There really isn't a job I can think of that would be really fulfilling (that I could actually do at this point) so my goal is to find something that I don't hate and that pays me enough to pursue my passions outside of work. So far, it's worked out pretty well. I cringe when I hear people telling kids, "Do what you love!" as job advice. I mean, how many of us can actually do that? Like .5% of the population maybe?

Job~ma to Tom!

More ~ma to sj's j!

'my father got shot in a robbery' excuse

That is an evil kid!

Kitten question: Should I be worried that "young Casper" (as we've been calling him) is constantly attacking my hand? He also purrs and accepts pets, but he really wants to grab my hand/arm and go to town with his teeth. I've been trying to transfer it to his toys, and that works sometimes, but it's not as satisfying to him as my hand. He's still a baby (approx. 10 weeks) so maybe this is normal. I just want to make sure he doesn't turn into a grown up brawler.

Hec, I'm reading a book for my YA lit class that I think you'd enjoy. It's called King Dork and is kind of like a modern-day Catcher in the Rye (though said King Dork would cringe like a mofo if heard that - he's not a fan). I've found myself chuckling more than once while reading. Oh, and it's written by a guy in the band The Mr. T Experience.