To handle tomorrow's weather I need long underwear, better face and head covering stuff and better gloves. Which I don't have. So I'm going to cheat and drive to work.

I know a young man who carries around an empty water bottle for spitting.

There was once a water bottle full of tobacco spit on the floor of one of my classrooms. I had no idea what it was, but a bunch of my students recognized it and were totally grossed out. (None of them would touch it, but it was clearly distracting everyone by just being there, so I threw it out and then washed my hands.)

-t's haircut reminded me that yesterday there was a news report of a woman here who ran over her boyfriend with her car. She later went to a hair salon and demanded to be next. That's where the police found her. I can only assume she had a sudden vision of those celebrity mug shots. The boyfriend will be okay. She never got her haircut.

All women's colleges in Boston. Go!

We're naming them? Simmons.

I was pretty happy with my puffer coat today.

Juliebird, that makes me think of Swoosie Kurtz announcing, "I have tasted my menstrural blood!" In the PBS version of Uncommon Women.

We still have a no chewing tobacco sign up in the library that is deemed necessary.

I bought some new, better quality, and fairly pricey dry food for Oz today. This is a cat whose never met a foodstuff he didn't like. He refuses to eat this new food. Gah!

Uncommon Women

LOVE that play. Though I've only seen a college production of it.

Well, we've got a windchill warning of -25 to -40F going until Thursday afternoon, so I need to swap my winter coat out for the one rated for -50F and pull out the long underwear. I think I'll bring my laptop home with me tonight just in case I choose to work from home tomorrow.

I went into the office yesterday so that I don't need to feel any compulsion to attempt it the rest of the week. Well, and also because we were having drinks.

And my dad went by the Wisconsin house to turn the heat up a bit and check on the pipes so I don't have to do that either.

My sister is claiming that Rowan Atkinson asking me for a pen doesn't count.

Not that I've told her I didn't have a pen, but I chased down a flight attendant for one for him...

I brought the laptop home because I expect the ice to be horrid on the roads in the morning. Y parking lot was black ice.

meara, going way back, there are no guarantees in jumping ship. There's an unofficial list of people who are critical enough, the main contract will make them an offer if they say the are going to resign. But because it is in direct contradiction to the stated MOU/contract (main contract is not supposed to rehire a sub for their same position) it's...unofficial. There are no guarantees. I think the latest guy went to main contract with an offer from somewhere else and basically said transfer me or I'm leaving. But I'm not sure, he was telecommuting today. You have to be willing and able to risk it. It's sucky and kinda wimpy of the main contract, but they are a nonprofit and would like to avoid being sued by a behemoth.

And there's even more crazy stuff going on with upper mgmt shuffling that could be in favor of main contract buying us out anyway, but that's in its infancy.

Bottom line is, unless I find something I'd actually be willing to leave for, I can't make any threats to walk. I'm the only breadwinner here.