WRITING is boring.

I'm fine with personal opinions. But don't go into teaching what you hate, or find boring, announce it to the class you're teaching, and then get all defensive when I suggest that you're not the right person to do the job if you can't show some enthusiasm for it.

Also,

::smishes smonster::

snuggles into the smonster corner.

that is why I work as a librarian , not any sort of writer.

But don't go into teaching what you hate, or find boring, announce it to the class you're teaching,

Well, YEAH.

and then get all defensive when I suggest that you're not the right person to do the job if you can't show some enthusiasm for it.

HAHAHA I love you.

::smishes sparky::

::snuggles beth::

I'm going to be singing this song all day.

Feminists don't have a sense of humor...

Just got an email from my cousin (of sorts) asking me about thyroid stuff. She has a goiter and a thyroid that is being wonky.

I'm seriously considering calling Erin Brokovich or something. Almost every woman I know from our old neighborhood has thyroid issues! Some cancer, some not, but most of the women that I've spoken to have had some sort of thyroid issues. It's really starting to freak me out.

So this is really weird.

Since we moved in May, we've had a cleaner come in weekly. She was nice, if a bit stroppy*, and did a good job. She left a couple of weeks ago to go back to studying.

Since she left, we've been noticing things that we think have gone missing. Not things that would be immediately obvious. A bag with The Girl's theatrical props in it, including a broken laptop (that didn't look broken). A small box of papers that contained our tenancy agreement. We've been scouring the house for these things recently, and decided we must either be going a bit loopy (always entirely possible), or that maybe the cleaner threw these things out by mistake.

Today my not-stepmother stopped by. She used to stay here regularly, when she was taking an M.A. course in London. She just popped in to get the suitcase that she had left in the study.

No suitcase. We looked everywhere. I'm going to get my PCA to turn the house upside-down (again) tomorrow. But there really isn't anywhere, in this really quite small flat, where it could be. A box and a bag, I understand, just about. But a suitcase? We're starting to re-think the sudden disappearance of the former cleaner.

I don't want to accuse the poor former cleaner if she's entirely innocent. But what other explanation could there be? Well. There could be leprechauns living under the stairs. The hall cupboard could be a portal to Narnia. Tino. Cthulu. Rupert Murdoch. Or tomorrow I could remember that I took the box, the bag and the suitcase to the bottom of the public swimming pool for safe keeping. OK, there's a few possible explanations. Not many, though.

WRITING is boring.

Research is interesting, writing is interesting. Reviewing literature - now that is Of The Devil. (Can you tell what part of my dissertation I'm working on right now? Clue. It's not the fun part.)

But don't go into teaching what you hate, or find boring, announce it to the class you're teaching, and then get all defensive when I suggest that you're not the right person to do the job if you can't show some enthusiasm for it.

Yeah, that's never a good idea.

* "You want me to do WHAT?"
"Vaccuum. Seeing as how you're, like, the cleaner."
"Huh. OK."
"Also, could you fold the clothes that are hanging on the dryer?"
Cleaner walks away with an appalled look that clearly says 'crazy lesbians.'

Seska, that sucks. I'm sorry. Was the woman an independent cleaner or did she work for a company that you can contact?

Another day sitting at home waiting for the plumber who may or may not be coming. I'd rather be going to the Farmer's Market.

Seska, that sucks. I'm sorry. Was the woman an independent cleaner or did she work for a company that you can contact?

Eh. None of it was actually all that valuable. Oddly, we live in a house full of very cheap things that look like they might be worth something. It's just really confusing.

I could contact the agency that sent her to us, yes - but it's not like she's going to admit it! So I'm going to have another really good look around the house first. But it's weird.

I got myself worked up into a total lather a few years ago when stuff started turning up missing in our house, Seska. A friend of mine was living with us at the time, and it didn't make sense that she'd take the stuff, let alone lie about it. (mostly small kitchen stuff) We freaked out and had the locks changed. To this day, I don't know what happened. So I guess I believe that sometimes stuff just vanishes for no good reason. Kind of. I don't know. It sucks though.

Eh. None of it was actually all that valuable. Oddly, we live in a house full of very cheap things that look like they might be worth something. It's just really confusing.

Heh.

I could contact the agency that sent her to us, yes - but it's not like she's going to admit it! So I'm going to have another really good look around the house first. But it's weird.

It still might be good to give them a heads up in case it has happened to anyone else.

Eh. None of it was actually all that valuable. Oddly, we live in a house full of very cheap things that look like they might be worth something. It's just really confusing.

Back in '92 or so, someone broke into our apartment and took a computer keyboard and (a cheap) computer monitor, leaving the actual computer behind. I'm guessing the thieves didn't realize the beige box was the valuable thing. (And it was only an XT anyway)

This was shortly after a woman in our building sent her 10-year-old son to go door to door, looking for/asking questions about anything that might be valuable. (The kid was so cute, asking, "How much is that bike worth?")

eta: This same woman asked my roommate if she could have some plastic baggies....