There are weeks from hell, and then there are Weeks From Hell. This week: hmm, let's see: Realtor still messin' with me, showing me unsuitable apartments at double my proposed rent WHICH STILL DON'T HAVE KITCHENS. Gee, for 2,000 USD a month, you'd think there'd be something more than a basin and a toaster oven on a cardboard box, but apparently not. I just finished a graduate class which keeps my teaching certification up for another five years--plus I learned how to do cool things like wikis, podcasts, and Web Quests, so that's all good.
New School had problems with my paperwork which has resulted in my passport being held for another two weeks, which means that I can't withdraw money from the bank (except small amounts by ATM) or send money home to Canada to my account there or sign a contract or register my dog Duchess at the local police station or move. This is frustrating, to say the least. This begins week four of not having a passport and I'm kind of edgy and nervous now as I have so much to do before the new job begins, including finding a suitable house, moving, and having house guests for two weeks. I am also working Mysterious Job Number Two this weekend (well, Friday, Saturday and Sunday) and then I'm kissing it goodbye for the simple fact that I'd rather be a bit more broke but have a social life again. To kick start the social life, I'm meeting The Ladies for cocktails tonight during Happy Hour somewhere swank. You know you're middle aged when you meet up somewhere swank not to meet men but to sample something you couldn't otherwise afford... Also, I am attempting to corral a group of suitable friends to refer to as "The Ladies." My friends are scattered and largely collected from various jobs I've had (and left) and I don't have a solid group of homies. I'd love to be able to press "send" on just ONE group address in my phone and know that it's going to a group of people who, if they don't love me, at least like me a little. What I miss about college: getting that tight-knit group of friends you can hang with (and grow by.)
This is the part that makes me laugh: of the five women getting together tonight for cocktails, three were missionaries and the fourth is a Wiccan priestess. You can probably understand why I said the first round's on me--a few Singapore slings later, they'll be lovin' the Jesus and the Goddess out of each other. Or else.ooUSD a month, you'd think there'd be something more than a basin and a toaster oven on a cardboard box, but apparently not. I just finished a graduate class which keeps my teaching certification up for another five years--plus I learned how to do cool things like wikis, podcasts, and Web Quests, so that's all good.
New School had problems with my paperwork which has resulted in my passport being held for another two weeks, which means that I can't withdraw money from the bank (except small amounts by ATM) or send money home to Canada to my account there or sign a contract or register my dog Duchess at the local police station or move. This is frustrating, to say the least. This begins week four of not having a passport and I'm kind of edgy and nervous now as I have so much to do before the new job begins, including finding a suitable house, moving, and having house guests for two weeks. I am also working Mysterious Job Number Two this weekend (well, Friday, Saturday and Sunday) and then I'm kissing it goodbye for the simple fact that I'd rather be a bit more broke but have a social life again. To kick start the social life, I'm meeting The Ladies for cocktails tonight during Happy Hour somewhere swank. You know you're middle aged when you meet up somewhere swank not to meet men but to sample something you couldn't otherwise afford... Also, I am attempting to corral a group of suitable friends to refer to as "The Ladies." My friends are scattered and largely collected from various jobs I've had (and left) and I don't have a solid group of homies. I'd love to be able to press "send" on just ONE group address in my phone and know that it's going to a group of people who, if they don't love me, at least like me a little. What I miss about college: getting that tight-knit group of friends you can hang with (and grow by.)
This is the part that makes me laugh: of the five women getting together tonight for cocktails, three were missionaries and the fourth is a Wiccan priestess. You can probably understand why I said the first round's on me--a few Singapore slings later, they'll be lovin' the Jesus and the Goddess out of each other. Or else.
Congratulations to you for keeping yourself current. People who sit on their asses all day don't realize how hard you work at improving yourself--I am amazed at how much you effort you put into what you do. I will definitely take YOU out for cocktails in your honor, a Teacher Who Honestly Gives a Crap About Her Students And Her Teaching.
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