Declarations of Love One Hour After Valentines Are Lame

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I’ve been away for a few months.  First, it was exams and final grading.  Then I got sick.  Really sick.  Sick for over a month.  And then I got back to work and I was just damned tired from playing catch up.  I thought, gee, it’s nice to not feel like I have a deadline, maybe I’ll just take a break from the blog for one more week, and it’s not like I’m super popular in blogdom anyways…Then I found out I was not just a little sick, but now I’m I-could-die sick from medicine conflicts. While I figure it out, it’s back to doctor visits, insomnia, and general lack of energy.  So no blog.

But sometimes I miss the blog.  I get to call my petty bitching “writing”, and occasionally someone will actually hit the Like button. (I mean come on people, throw me a damned bone.) But honestly, I don’t have a lot of energy, and what I do have I burn at work.  So I’ll be writing shorter posts, probably, and not on any schedule…

I think I’ll change the blog layout too.  There are times you see a woman who is haggard and wilted.  You see her put on some red lipstick and you think “that is NOT helping.”  But that illusion of “refreshing” is helping her keep her shit together.  And god help you if you so much as consider that lipstick isn’t working.  She will find the energy to claw off your face.  So yeah, I might change the blog color or layout.  Just roll with it.

That Time of Year

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I ditched the blog last week.  But first of all, it was a holiday and I doubt anyone was reading anyways, and second, it was black friday.  Which means I stay in doors with a shot gun and the blinds closed in case hordes of shoppers take a wrong turn and end up on my street instead of at Walmart.  I don’t mess with those zombie hordes.

Anyways.  Next week is the beginning of exams and I expect to turn into an exhausted mess of a human being as usual.  In fact, that little journey has already started.  But I did have a funny thought earlier today that I thought I would share.  A great epiphany about the logic of the human mind in an ever changing world…

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And there you have it!  The reliable logic of the human mind!

Summer Job Blues

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I have been very annoyed and cheated about updating my classes, reworking my online materials, and basically working for free all summer.  It makes me cranky, and seriously critique my lack of tan…and it reminds me of the ton of miserable jobs I held as a student during the summer. My family was very much a “make-your-own-way-or-starve” sort, so my first summer out of college I drive back to NoWhere in the midwest where my family lived and landed at a temp agency.

I could type 75 words a minute.  I was well spoken, had office experience.  What did I land?  A job as a proofreader…of barcodes.

That’s right, I spent an entire mind-numbing summer in a freezing cold warehouse that printed up label barcodes for companies.  All companies.  But someone has to check that A) the barcodes actually don’t skip a page or number and;
B) there’s no ink dots in the barcode that would mess up the scanning.

Thats all I did.  I read numbers and looked for tiny dots of ink.  8 hours a day.  There was some physical labor to it–you had to pick up boxes of paper, which can be heavy, but plenty of time was spent hunched on a bench with 4 other lonely souls, flipping through sheet after sheet of labels.  I’ve had other craptastic jobs, too: late night shift at Taco Bell (sleepy + fry stations is baaaad) , copy girl (paper jams every 3 minutes can lead to hair loss and eye twitching), vet assistant (aka kennel poop cleaner), classified ad writer (nauseatingly boring)…

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So when I feel a bit disgruntled with how much work I’ve done during my summer off (which is a FURLOUGH, people, I DON’T GET PAID, NO TEACHER DOES!) I remind myself of that warehouse of horrors and I instantly feel better…

Sometimes, There Is No Overkill

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It’s hot and over 108 degrees (42 celsius for logical countries) and nasty out.  It’s just going to be one of those summers.  But I’m sooooo glad to be out of school I decided to make lemonade, so to speak, and bought a cheap baby pool and a new bikini.  The plan was to pretend my husband was a cabana boy bringing me tropical drinks instead of CapriSun, and really get my summer groove on, since I need this break so desperately.  Mother nature had other plans.

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This was a HUGE black widow.  And I know that spiders usually stay in pairs, and I didn’t see the other one.  spider3 spider5In the end, I went back inside and read on the couch.

Sigh.