Thanks for the well wishes, y'all! It's going quite well so far. I have internet access, 45 minutes for lunch and my boss leaves 50 minutes before I do. The only thing that sucks is parking is at a premium. The closest lot will cost me $700 a year. Or I can get a free bus pass, but my route requires I transfer at a transfer point in one of the worst neighborhoods in town. So, paid parking it is.
New work place? Do tell.
I've got the fancy title of University Services Program Associate in the Division of Continuing Studies at the UW. It means I handle all the planning of how, what, when, where for all the continuing education courses related to foreign languages. We've got 6 other USPAs who handle things like music, science, history, etc. I think they hired me primarily because they found out I could muddle along a little in both Spanish and German.
congratulations, Sail.
come out and play , cricket
On top of nasty cold symptoms, my lower left eyelid is twitching like a mad thing
Congrats, Sail!
Quote of the day from one of my juniors: "The dash is the Chuck Norris of commas."
I wrote three pages today, which puts me right on track for my writing plan.
Still haven't heard anything from any of the schools where I interviewed. Applied to a few more today.
Supposedly getting a new dishwasher tomorrow.
I have the greatest urge to start chanting "Cri-icket...come out to play-ay!"
But I shall restrain myself.
I had my glucose tolerance test today (yay pregnancy) and now I feel like I was hit by a truck. This right here is why I don't drink soda or juice! Bah.
Oh, I also found out something today that will shock Teppy to the core - DH applied for a writing gig with SparkNotes and found out on their writing test that they explicitly forbid the use of semicolons in their plot summaries! (Also em-dashes and a few other weird things - basically they get that their core audience is comprised of people with lower than average reading comprehension, so the style guide is geared towards ridonkulously simple sentence structures.)
I had my glucose tolerance test today (yay pregnancy) and now I feel like I was hit by a truck. This right here is why I don't drink soda or juice! Bah.
Ick! That stuff is so nasty (I'm not a soda drinker either). Here's to no gestational diabetes!
I had to keep reminding myself that if I threw it up, they'd just make me come back and drink more. But I also don't have anything resembling a sweet tooth (when I indulge myself with junk food, I always go for salt), so the whole sugar crash thing is doubly unpleasant.
I'm supposed to be attending an informational meeting tonight about a new charter school in our neighborhood (which sounds COMPLETELY AWESOMECAKES WITH AWESOME SAUCE - it's in association with the parks dept and the botanical gardens and has an environmental science focus and is IN OUR DISTRICT), but I think I'll make DH go instead so I can fall asleep early.
Cricket is at that OMGTOOMANYTHREADSANDCONVERSATIONS stage of Buffistadom. I keep telling her just to start in one thread until she gets used to it. She's awesome with awesome on top, much like Jessica's possible new charter school. (See how I did that?)
I am at a new ob/gyn's office. Which is not awesome, but is neccesary.
That new charter school does sound awesome.
