HOLY HELL
I have just discovered that most of the cover letters I've been sending out have included the following line:
"After working in the advertising/ pubic relations field for several years, I decided to follow my dream of becoming a teacher."
Once you're done laughing hysterically and wiping the tears from your eyes, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL I DO NOW. Do I:
1) Send a revised cover letter/resume with no mention of my previous typo?
2) Send a revised cover letter/resume with a note stating something to the effect of, "After discovering a typo in my previous cover letter, I would like to resubmit my materials." OR
3) Pretty much write off the districts I've already applied to and just move on in the future with my new, typo-free letter?
And for the record, I've read this letter I don't know HOW many times, and so have a few other people, including my mom (because they always say to have outside people read your letter and resume, for this exact reason--to catch typos that your own eyes will miss, since your mind reads words the way they're SUPPOSED to be)--and no one has caught this MOST unfortunate mistake.
HOLY HELL. I am mortified. This is NOT GOOD.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
My date with Hot Dad
I've been crushing on a particular dad ever since I started working at TT. His daughter is 3 and therefore not one of my students, but since I'm the closer every night, the late kids all "condense" into my room around 5--so I'm the one who has her when he picks her up around 6. We've had a mild flirtation going on, but he's just a flirt by nature--plus, he is HOT--so I really didn't think too much of it.
Last night, we had a TT night at a local restaurant--10% of the sales went to our center, so we were really pushing the families to go. I talked HD into going; they were going to stop by the park afterwards, but I (jokingly) told him, "Well I won't be able to get there till 7--so maybe you can go to the park FIRST and then we'll see each other at Culver's later." Lo and behold, he pulled up at almost exactly the same time I did, just before 7. Mom was with me, so I couldn't sit with him and his daughter, A.--I had to settle for stopping by their table a couple of times to socialize (as I did with ALL of the TT families, of course). ;)
Well TONIGHT, when he picked A. up, he mentioned that they were going to Crazy Bounce (for those of you not familiar with this magical place, it's a huge warehouse filled with giant moonwalks, GINORMOUS inflatable slides, etc). I said, "Oooh, Crazy Bounce, A.! I'm so jealous! I've been wanting to go there!" HD said, "Why don't you come with us, then?" I laughed it off at first, thinking he was joking around. "No, really!" he said. "Meet us over there!"
"I can't go without a kid," I told him. "Sure you can," he said. "You'll be with us."
I changed the subject because I was getting all flustered and nervous (HD has that effect on me), but HD stuck around for another 20 minutes or so, just chatting with me while his daughter finished playing. Finally he said, "Okay A., let's go to Crazy Bounce."
"Have fun, guys," I called as I wiped down the counter.
"Maybe we'll see you there," he said, smiling at me.
"Are you serious?" I asked. "You really want me to go?"
"Yeah!" he said. "I'll let them know at the front that we're waiting for you and that you're with us."
"All right," I said. "I'll be there."
I got there about half an hour later--I was done with work almost right away but I had to swing by Walmart to get a pair of socks (LOL, of COURSE the pair I was wearing today had a gigantic hole in them). He saw me come into the lobby area and came out to greet me. It was really cool, because we had the WHOLE PLACE to ourselves--seriously, no one else was there for the first hour or so, and only 2 other families came in during the entire two hours we were there. It was AWESOME. I had a blast and I thanked HD for "twisting my arm" and "making" me go. (And he thanked ME for coming, too.) When we walked back out to our cars, he said, "Hey, this is the second night in a row that we've hung out after you got off of work."
Still, I don't think this was a "date" or anything, and not just because his daughter was there (and man, did she think it was cool that Miss Jenny went to Crazy Bounce with her, LOL). I don't know...I mean, we were flirting and stuff, but I don't think he sees me romantically; I think it was just a friend thing. Plus, the TT grapevine says that he has a girlfriend. (He's divorced from A's mom.) And did I mention how HOT he is? WAY out of my league.
I'm not going to advertise the fact that I met them out there tonight--I don't know if there's any rules against teachers "fraternizing" with the parents--but I suspect that, being a 3-year-old, A. will announce to SOMEONE that "Miss Jenny was at Crazy Bounce with me and Daddy!" And at that point, the rumor mill will REALLY start, since I've been accused by the director two nights in a row now of flirting with HD. ("Hey," I defended myself last night. "It's all public relations and marketing. Gotta keep up a good rapport with the parents." She said I was full of shit.)
I've been crushing on a particular dad ever since I started working at TT. His daughter is 3 and therefore not one of my students, but since I'm the closer every night, the late kids all "condense" into my room around 5--so I'm the one who has her when he picks her up around 6. We've had a mild flirtation going on, but he's just a flirt by nature--plus, he is HOT--so I really didn't think too much of it.
Last night, we had a TT night at a local restaurant--10% of the sales went to our center, so we were really pushing the families to go. I talked HD into going; they were going to stop by the park afterwards, but I (jokingly) told him, "Well I won't be able to get there till 7--so maybe you can go to the park FIRST and then we'll see each other at Culver's later." Lo and behold, he pulled up at almost exactly the same time I did, just before 7. Mom was with me, so I couldn't sit with him and his daughter, A.--I had to settle for stopping by their table a couple of times to socialize (as I did with ALL of the TT families, of course). ;)
Well TONIGHT, when he picked A. up, he mentioned that they were going to Crazy Bounce (for those of you not familiar with this magical place, it's a huge warehouse filled with giant moonwalks, GINORMOUS inflatable slides, etc). I said, "Oooh, Crazy Bounce, A.! I'm so jealous! I've been wanting to go there!" HD said, "Why don't you come with us, then?" I laughed it off at first, thinking he was joking around. "No, really!" he said. "Meet us over there!"
"I can't go without a kid," I told him. "Sure you can," he said. "You'll be with us."
I changed the subject because I was getting all flustered and nervous (HD has that effect on me), but HD stuck around for another 20 minutes or so, just chatting with me while his daughter finished playing. Finally he said, "Okay A., let's go to Crazy Bounce."
"Have fun, guys," I called as I wiped down the counter.
"Maybe we'll see you there," he said, smiling at me.
"Are you serious?" I asked. "You really want me to go?"
"Yeah!" he said. "I'll let them know at the front that we're waiting for you and that you're with us."
"All right," I said. "I'll be there."
I got there about half an hour later--I was done with work almost right away but I had to swing by Walmart to get a pair of socks (LOL, of COURSE the pair I was wearing today had a gigantic hole in them). He saw me come into the lobby area and came out to greet me. It was really cool, because we had the WHOLE PLACE to ourselves--seriously, no one else was there for the first hour or so, and only 2 other families came in during the entire two hours we were there. It was AWESOME. I had a blast and I thanked HD for "twisting my arm" and "making" me go. (And he thanked ME for coming, too.) When we walked back out to our cars, he said, "Hey, this is the second night in a row that we've hung out after you got off of work."
Still, I don't think this was a "date" or anything, and not just because his daughter was there (and man, did she think it was cool that Miss Jenny went to Crazy Bounce with her, LOL). I don't know...I mean, we were flirting and stuff, but I don't think he sees me romantically; I think it was just a friend thing. Plus, the TT grapevine says that he has a girlfriend. (He's divorced from A's mom.) And did I mention how HOT he is? WAY out of my league.
I'm not going to advertise the fact that I met them out there tonight--I don't know if there's any rules against teachers "fraternizing" with the parents--but I suspect that, being a 3-year-old, A. will announce to SOMEONE that "Miss Jenny was at Crazy Bounce with me and Daddy!" And at that point, the rumor mill will REALLY start, since I've been accused by the director two nights in a row now of flirting with HD. ("Hey," I defended myself last night. "It's all public relations and marketing. Gotta keep up a good rapport with the parents." She said I was full of shit.)
Monday, June 05, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I pledge allegiance to Max 10
Missy and I just discovered this store on Saturday afternoon and it is a poor shopper's paradise. EVERYTHING is $10 or under--jeans, tops, skirts, everything. It's a great, affordable way to transition your wardrobe to summer (and, in a couple of months, fall...and then winter....). And they have some really nice stuff, too. They actually have a lot of the same brands that Penney's carries, even. Now sure, for $10, I'm sure the quality isn't going to be quite as good--but for that price, I'm not going to object to a cute-ass pair of jeans with an uneven crotch seam or something.
Parents, they have a lot of cute kids clothes, too--and a lot of the kids' stuff is even UNDER $10.
I swear, when I walked in, it's like the heavens opened and the angels sang.
This place is WAY better than Fashion Bug, TJ Maxx or any of those other discount clothes shops.
GO THERE--and tell them Jen sent you.
Missy and I just discovered this store on Saturday afternoon and it is a poor shopper's paradise. EVERYTHING is $10 or under--jeans, tops, skirts, everything. It's a great, affordable way to transition your wardrobe to summer (and, in a couple of months, fall...and then winter....). And they have some really nice stuff, too. They actually have a lot of the same brands that Penney's carries, even. Now sure, for $10, I'm sure the quality isn't going to be quite as good--but for that price, I'm not going to object to a cute-ass pair of jeans with an uneven crotch seam or something.
Parents, they have a lot of cute kids clothes, too--and a lot of the kids' stuff is even UNDER $10.
I swear, when I walked in, it's like the heavens opened and the angels sang.
This place is WAY better than Fashion Bug, TJ Maxx or any of those other discount clothes shops.
GO THERE--and tell them Jen sent you.
Former 'Idol' Contestant Nixes Fuel Gig
By Associated Press
Sat Jun 3, 6:25 PMUPDATED 12 HOURS 29 MINUTES AGO
Sat Jun 3, 6:25 PMUPDATED 12 HOURS 29 MINUTES AGO
CHARLOTTE, N.C. - Former "American Idol" contestant Chris Daughtry said Saturday he has turned down an offer to be lead singer for the band Fuel.
Daughtry, in Greensboro for a day of welcome-home appearances, said he expects to announce his next career move in few months, probably after he finishes with an "American Idol" summer concert tour.
Daughtry, in Greensboro for a day of welcome-home appearances, said he expects to announce his next career move in few months, probably after he finishes with an "American Idol" summer concert tour.
"I'm going to be doing my own thing," Daughtry told The Charlotte Observer.
The band offered Daughtry a job hours after viewers voted him off the Fox television talent show last month. Bass player Jeff Abercrombie and guitarist Carl Bell made their pitch on the TV show "Extra."
The band offered Daughtry a job hours after viewers voted him off the Fox television talent show last month. Bass player Jeff Abercrombie and guitarist Carl Bell made their pitch on the TV show "Extra."
He would have replaced Brett Scallions, who quit the multi-platinum rock band in February.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Weird dream
Here's the dream I had last night (and it was weird enough that I'm actually up at 7:30 on a SATURDAY to post about it; I wanted to get it down while it was still relatively fresh in my mind).
Basically, the sun was going to go out--yes, "go out," not explode or anything, but it was still broadcast as the official end of the world, obviously, but because eventually, without the sun, all life would ceast to exist. Here's what was particularly odd about this dream, though:
1) I was at my old school, Detroit Mercy, in the dorms, but yet my family and everyone was around.
2) Once the sun went out (it was still up in the sky and everything; it was just like someone flipped a switch in it and it just went off), military planes began bombing us. I never did find out if it was OUR military or another country's.
3) I was standing at an open window watching, and people starting running over asking to take shelter in my room with me. It was a really eclectic group of people, too. One of them was a little boy from work--not one of "my" kids, even. He was from the Three's room, but he came running over for protection/shelter. Aaron was there (yes, Anna, THAT Aaron; he had originally come to the window just to say goodbye because he, like a lot of other people, was leaving town--although where they were going to go, I don't know)--and once the bombing/attacks started, I told him he could come inside, but he said no, he didn't think that was a good idea, since we were no longer together and once a relationship is over, it's over.
4) GREG (you know, the asshole) showed up too, asking if he could come in for shelter--and in the midst of all this, in what is basically ARMAGEDDON, I actually took the time to look at him and say, really bitchily, "Oh, look who wants to talk to me NOW?" (LOL, doesn't that totally sound like something I would do?)
Anyway, it was just a really weird dream. For the record, I looked up Armegeddon in an online dream dictionary, and here's what it said. Kind of interesting, considering my most recent post from last night:
To dream of armageddon, or the end of the world, was very common in the year 1999 when many people thought the end of the world was going to occur at the year 2000. However, to dream about armageddon now is usually a deep-rooted fear that your world is about to change dramatically. By "your world" I am referring to everything around you, your job, your family etc.
From another site:
To dream about Armageddon suggests that you are feeling hopeless and out of control. The dream may be triggered from the deep emotional stress that you are experiencing in your waking life.
And very similarly, also from that second site, here's what "army" means (it's the closest I could find to that whole military aspect):
To see the army in your dream, symbolizes an overpowering force working against you. You may feel outnumbered or pressured and unable to deal/overcome this situation.
Interesting.
Here's the dream I had last night (and it was weird enough that I'm actually up at 7:30 on a SATURDAY to post about it; I wanted to get it down while it was still relatively fresh in my mind).
Basically, the sun was going to go out--yes, "go out," not explode or anything, but it was still broadcast as the official end of the world, obviously, but because eventually, without the sun, all life would ceast to exist. Here's what was particularly odd about this dream, though:
1) I was at my old school, Detroit Mercy, in the dorms, but yet my family and everyone was around.
2) Once the sun went out (it was still up in the sky and everything; it was just like someone flipped a switch in it and it just went off), military planes began bombing us. I never did find out if it was OUR military or another country's.
3) I was standing at an open window watching, and people starting running over asking to take shelter in my room with me. It was a really eclectic group of people, too. One of them was a little boy from work--not one of "my" kids, even. He was from the Three's room, but he came running over for protection/shelter. Aaron was there (yes, Anna, THAT Aaron; he had originally come to the window just to say goodbye because he, like a lot of other people, was leaving town--although where they were going to go, I don't know)--and once the bombing/attacks started, I told him he could come inside, but he said no, he didn't think that was a good idea, since we were no longer together and once a relationship is over, it's over.
4) GREG (you know, the asshole) showed up too, asking if he could come in for shelter--and in the midst of all this, in what is basically ARMAGEDDON, I actually took the time to look at him and say, really bitchily, "Oh, look who wants to talk to me NOW?" (LOL, doesn't that totally sound like something I would do?)
Anyway, it was just a really weird dream. For the record, I looked up Armegeddon in an online dream dictionary, and here's what it said. Kind of interesting, considering my most recent post from last night:
To dream of armageddon, or the end of the world, was very common in the year 1999 when many people thought the end of the world was going to occur at the year 2000. However, to dream about armageddon now is usually a deep-rooted fear that your world is about to change dramatically. By "your world" I am referring to everything around you, your job, your family etc.
From another site:
To dream about Armageddon suggests that you are feeling hopeless and out of control. The dream may be triggered from the deep emotional stress that you are experiencing in your waking life.
And very similarly, also from that second site, here's what "army" means (it's the closest I could find to that whole military aspect):
To see the army in your dream, symbolizes an overpowering force working against you. You may feel outnumbered or pressured and unable to deal/overcome this situation.
Interesting.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Foster Care: A Call to Action
I haven't posted recently because I've been waiting for something to say. Now I have it.
You know how sometimes, you see something or hear something and you just know, on this instinctive, visceral level, that this is where your life is going to go? I don't know if that makes any sense, but I felt that way when I watched this Primetime special last night on kids in foster care. It talked about the hundreds of thousands of children currently waiting for homes IN THIS COUNTRY, and how the older they got, the less chance they have of being adopted. A lot of these kids will live their ENTIRE LIVES in the foster care system--either in foster homes, if they're lucky, or in group homes--and will eventually "age out" of the system without ever having known an actual FAMILY.
I've talked before about wanting to adopt an older child some day, but watching this show just cemented it for me. It became crystal clear to me; I just knew with an absolutely CERTAINTY that this is a road I'll be traveling down in the future. Whether or not I eventually find "the one", I'm going to be a parent--I have no doubt about that. And hell, even if I DO get married some day, I can't say, honestly, that I feel the burning desire to have my own kid. I mean, as much as I love kids, I've never been a BABY person. They're kind of boring, really. =) For some people, it's absolutely crucial they have their "own" child, and I know some couples who go to extraordinary lengths to conceive their own biological child. And for them, that's fine. But I don't have that need. Sure, it'd be nice to have a pregnancy that people are actually happy about; to have a baby shower; to do all that stuff I missed the first time around. But I'd miss a lot of other stuff, too, like countless diaper changes. Hours and hours and hours of crying. Around the clock feedings. Lugging them--and their diaper bags and strollers and Lord knows what else--around. Shit, even going to the STORE with a baby is a huge pain in the ass.
Granted, and trust me on this, I am well aware of the problems that come with adopting an older child. I'm VERY familiar with them, actually, as this is something that, in all seriousness, I've been researching for years. Foster care kids have all types of emotional and behavioral and physical problems that can be INCREDIBLY challenging. So I don't want to make it sound like I expect to take the "easy" way out by adopting an older child. But...well, I will get to bypass a lot of the hesitations I've ALWAYS had about having a baby. Having KIDS, yes. But having a BABY? I've NEVER been crazy about that idea.
I know this post is getting really long, so I guess my point is just that this show just touched something deep inside of me, and it made me realize, once again, that this is something that I truly believe I'm meant to do. Single or married, whatever road I end up taking--I AM going to be a parent someday. I'm not going to give BIRTH to him or her, but my future child may already be out there somewhere, waiting for me to get my shit together.
http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/FosterCare/
I haven't posted recently because I've been waiting for something to say. Now I have it.
You know how sometimes, you see something or hear something and you just know, on this instinctive, visceral level, that this is where your life is going to go? I don't know if that makes any sense, but I felt that way when I watched this Primetime special last night on kids in foster care. It talked about the hundreds of thousands of children currently waiting for homes IN THIS COUNTRY, and how the older they got, the less chance they have of being adopted. A lot of these kids will live their ENTIRE LIVES in the foster care system--either in foster homes, if they're lucky, or in group homes--and will eventually "age out" of the system without ever having known an actual FAMILY.
I've talked before about wanting to adopt an older child some day, but watching this show just cemented it for me. It became crystal clear to me; I just knew with an absolutely CERTAINTY that this is a road I'll be traveling down in the future. Whether or not I eventually find "the one", I'm going to be a parent--I have no doubt about that. And hell, even if I DO get married some day, I can't say, honestly, that I feel the burning desire to have my own kid. I mean, as much as I love kids, I've never been a BABY person. They're kind of boring, really. =) For some people, it's absolutely crucial they have their "own" child, and I know some couples who go to extraordinary lengths to conceive their own biological child. And for them, that's fine. But I don't have that need. Sure, it'd be nice to have a pregnancy that people are actually happy about; to have a baby shower; to do all that stuff I missed the first time around. But I'd miss a lot of other stuff, too, like countless diaper changes. Hours and hours and hours of crying. Around the clock feedings. Lugging them--and their diaper bags and strollers and Lord knows what else--around. Shit, even going to the STORE with a baby is a huge pain in the ass.
Granted, and trust me on this, I am well aware of the problems that come with adopting an older child. I'm VERY familiar with them, actually, as this is something that, in all seriousness, I've been researching for years. Foster care kids have all types of emotional and behavioral and physical problems that can be INCREDIBLY challenging. So I don't want to make it sound like I expect to take the "easy" way out by adopting an older child. But...well, I will get to bypass a lot of the hesitations I've ALWAYS had about having a baby. Having KIDS, yes. But having a BABY? I've NEVER been crazy about that idea.
I know this post is getting really long, so I guess my point is just that this show just touched something deep inside of me, and it made me realize, once again, that this is something that I truly believe I'm meant to do. Single or married, whatever road I end up taking--I AM going to be a parent someday. I'm not going to give BIRTH to him or her, but my future child may already be out there somewhere, waiting for me to get my shit together.
http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/FosterCare/
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Jello and ice cream, STAT!
I hope everyone is enjoying their Memorial Day weekend.
I seem to have caught a "touch of the flu." It hit me like a mack truck on Thursday night at work--I started throwing up at 5 that evening and didn't stop until Friday afternoon around 2. (And I'm talking EVERY TEN MINUTES, guys.) I'm sparing you a lot of the details here, but suffice it to say that vomiting was not my only gastrointestinal "distress." ;) I called the doctor for some anti-nausea meds, but, of course, I couldn't keep them in my system long enough for them to work.
The throwing up stopped for a while on Saturday and I was even able to work my way up to foods like ice cream, toast and broth. (Mind you, by this time I had lost SEVEN POUNDS since Thursday night, putting me at a weight not seen since high school. My face was looking CHISELED.) But something happened and it started all over again. By this time, my stomach was just a mess from going through this for three days, I wasn't sleeping, and I was dizzy and weak. So Steve (because by this time, Mom had it too) took me to the E.R.
My blood pressure, it turns out, was **71/39.** Yeah, that's really low. LOL. "Holy crap," the nurse actually said to me. Apparently, I was quite dehydrated. So they pumped a whole lot of liquids into me, gave me morphine for the pain (whoo hoo!), put some meds into my IV line to stop the puking and sent me home around 6 this morning. The E.R. was actually short-staffed last night because I guess the nursing staff had it, too. (MY nurse, aka Holy Crap, had just gotten over it herself--she had it for FOUR DAYS.)
Finally, FINALLY, I am starting to feel better again. Plus, I got to take home a presciption for Darvacet, since my stomach muscles are still so bruised and sore from--well, I'll spare you the details on that one, too, but I'm sure you can figure it out.
As I write this, it's 3:00 on Sunday afternoon, and I think I'm going to take a shower and get out there and do SOMETHING, so I can still enjoy the last two days of my holiday weekend--looking oh-so-slim, of course. ;)
(Renee, I hope Sara's back up and around by now, too.)
I hope everyone is enjoying their Memorial Day weekend.
I seem to have caught a "touch of the flu." It hit me like a mack truck on Thursday night at work--I started throwing up at 5 that evening and didn't stop until Friday afternoon around 2. (And I'm talking EVERY TEN MINUTES, guys.) I'm sparing you a lot of the details here, but suffice it to say that vomiting was not my only gastrointestinal "distress." ;) I called the doctor for some anti-nausea meds, but, of course, I couldn't keep them in my system long enough for them to work.
The throwing up stopped for a while on Saturday and I was even able to work my way up to foods like ice cream, toast and broth. (Mind you, by this time I had lost SEVEN POUNDS since Thursday night, putting me at a weight not seen since high school. My face was looking CHISELED.) But something happened and it started all over again. By this time, my stomach was just a mess from going through this for three days, I wasn't sleeping, and I was dizzy and weak. So Steve (because by this time, Mom had it too) took me to the E.R.
My blood pressure, it turns out, was **71/39.** Yeah, that's really low. LOL. "Holy crap," the nurse actually said to me. Apparently, I was quite dehydrated. So they pumped a whole lot of liquids into me, gave me morphine for the pain (whoo hoo!), put some meds into my IV line to stop the puking and sent me home around 6 this morning. The E.R. was actually short-staffed last night because I guess the nursing staff had it, too. (MY nurse, aka Holy Crap, had just gotten over it herself--she had it for FOUR DAYS.)
Finally, FINALLY, I am starting to feel better again. Plus, I got to take home a presciption for Darvacet, since my stomach muscles are still so bruised and sore from--well, I'll spare you the details on that one, too, but I'm sure you can figure it out.
As I write this, it's 3:00 on Sunday afternoon, and I think I'm going to take a shower and get out there and do SOMETHING, so I can still enjoy the last two days of my holiday weekend--looking oh-so-slim, of course. ;)
(Renee, I hope Sara's back up and around by now, too.)
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Second interview update
My 2nd interview was today. I walked in and there were SIX OR SEVEN PEOPLE sitting at the conference table....and then they sat me at the head of it. Not too intimidating at all. Principal, vice principal, a few teachers, a PARENT....I think the President may have been sitting there, too.
Anyway, I was able to answer all of the questions (I don't know how WELL, though) and I was even able to relax a little bit and let my personality come through (God help us all, LOL). I made them laugh quite a few times (in a god way...I think). So we'll see.
The bad news is that there would still be ANOTHER round of interviews after this, so my waiting is far from over, even if I manage to make it through this round. The good news is that I MAY have done well enough to actually MAKE it to the last (and final) round. But I've been sooo nervous the last few days, and I hate to think that I may have to go through it all one more time before this is all over--and that's if I'm lucky. ;)
Keep your fingers crossed...
My 2nd interview was today. I walked in and there were SIX OR SEVEN PEOPLE sitting at the conference table....and then they sat me at the head of it. Not too intimidating at all. Principal, vice principal, a few teachers, a PARENT....I think the President may have been sitting there, too.
Anyway, I was able to answer all of the questions (I don't know how WELL, though) and I was even able to relax a little bit and let my personality come through (God help us all, LOL). I made them laugh quite a few times (in a god way...I think). So we'll see.
The bad news is that there would still be ANOTHER round of interviews after this, so my waiting is far from over, even if I manage to make it through this round. The good news is that I MAY have done well enough to actually MAKE it to the last (and final) round. But I've been sooo nervous the last few days, and I hate to think that I may have to go through it all one more time before this is all over--and that's if I'm lucky. ;)
Keep your fingers crossed...
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Can't we all just get along?
Mom bought this indoor "play pen" for the grandpigs, which gives them a little more room to run around than their cage provides (however, they spend most of their time sitting in one place and chewing on newspaper). The other day during their play time, Tweak, who had been watching through the little gate walls, suddenly jumped into the pen with them. Very carefully, we watched what would happen (as I've mentioned, she likes to watch them in their cage and often reaches her paw in to "pet" them). It was pretty cute...
Mom bought this indoor "play pen" for the grandpigs, which gives them a little more room to run around than their cage provides (however, they spend most of their time sitting in one place and chewing on newspaper). The other day during their play time, Tweak, who had been watching through the little gate walls, suddenly jumped into the pen with them. Very carefully, we watched what would happen (as I've mentioned, she likes to watch them in their cage and often reaches her paw in to "pet" them). It was pretty cute...
Well, at least I got my shit back
...but holy shit, he's truly an asshole.
I emailed him through Match.com because, like any good girl going through a breakup, I had deleted all his emails and removed him from my buddy list--and his Yahoo ID is just weird enough that I coudn't remember it even when I wanted to. Anyway, I emailed him and said, Look, no matter HOW busy you are, you have 30 seconds in the day to call or email me and say, Hey, I'll leave your stuff in the garage and you can pick it up on Monday night, or whatever the case may be. I also asked him not to make this bitter or difficult, because I'd like to look back on our time together and think, Wow, we had some good times and not, I can't believe that fucker hijacked my exercise stuff.
So he emailed me back this heartwarming response: "It'll be out there Monday morning."
(Yeah, that was it. That was all I got.)
I emailed him back and said, "That's all good and fine, but I work and I don't have any extra time to swing by your place in the mornings. Can you work with me on this?"
(Note how civil I'm being, STILL. I know, I'm a putz.)
No response. After my walk, I emailed him again (he was still logged onto Match.com--yes, Mr. My-Life-Is-Just-Too-Chaotic-For-a-Relationship-Right-Now) and said something along the lines of, well, since you're home right now, can't I just swing by and get it? You can just leave it outside by the door and you won't even have to interact with me. No answer, so I called him and said, "Okay, I'm leaving and I'll be there in about 15 minutes. Please have it outside for me."
Yes, I was being persistant (I prefer "persistant" to "crazy" or "psycho") ;) but dammit, this had been going on long enough, he was being a raging asshole, and I just wanted this to be DONE so that I could totally forget that this clusterfuck ever happened. And dammit, he was FORCING me to act this way. (I realize that this is also the defense invoked by domestic abusers, but in this case, it's true. I had politely called him, several times, each time waiting patiently for some kind of response, and by God, if I was going to have to hunt him down like the dog that he is for my exercise ball, resistance bands and workout DVD, then so be it.)
When I got there, my stuff was sitting outside--he was gone, of course, cuz he's a coward, but at least I got the rest of my exercise stuff, so I'm happy.
And this will be, I swear, my last Fuckhat-related post. Please join me in a jolly, Broken Road "F*CK OFF, ASSHOLE."
...but holy shit, he's truly an asshole.
I emailed him through Match.com because, like any good girl going through a breakup, I had deleted all his emails and removed him from my buddy list--and his Yahoo ID is just weird enough that I coudn't remember it even when I wanted to. Anyway, I emailed him and said, Look, no matter HOW busy you are, you have 30 seconds in the day to call or email me and say, Hey, I'll leave your stuff in the garage and you can pick it up on Monday night, or whatever the case may be. I also asked him not to make this bitter or difficult, because I'd like to look back on our time together and think, Wow, we had some good times and not, I can't believe that fucker hijacked my exercise stuff.
So he emailed me back this heartwarming response: "It'll be out there Monday morning."
(Yeah, that was it. That was all I got.)
I emailed him back and said, "That's all good and fine, but I work and I don't have any extra time to swing by your place in the mornings. Can you work with me on this?"
(Note how civil I'm being, STILL. I know, I'm a putz.)
No response. After my walk, I emailed him again (he was still logged onto Match.com--yes, Mr. My-Life-Is-Just-Too-Chaotic-For-a-Relationship-Right-Now) and said something along the lines of, well, since you're home right now, can't I just swing by and get it? You can just leave it outside by the door and you won't even have to interact with me. No answer, so I called him and said, "Okay, I'm leaving and I'll be there in about 15 minutes. Please have it outside for me."
Yes, I was being persistant (I prefer "persistant" to "crazy" or "psycho") ;) but dammit, this had been going on long enough, he was being a raging asshole, and I just wanted this to be DONE so that I could totally forget that this clusterfuck ever happened. And dammit, he was FORCING me to act this way. (I realize that this is also the defense invoked by domestic abusers, but in this case, it's true. I had politely called him, several times, each time waiting patiently for some kind of response, and by God, if I was going to have to hunt him down like the dog that he is for my exercise ball, resistance bands and workout DVD, then so be it.)
When I got there, my stuff was sitting outside--he was gone, of course, cuz he's a coward, but at least I got the rest of my exercise stuff, so I'm happy.
And this will be, I swear, my last Fuckhat-related post. Please join me in a jolly, Broken Road "F*CK OFF, ASSHOLE."
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