Work nonsense
So, next week is my last week and the current job, and sure to be a cluster fuck because it’s the end of the month in May and it’s always a giant cluster fuck.
I found out that they want to throw me a going away party to celebrate my new venture, and my boss wants to take me out to a special lunch.
This is nice and all, but they don’t realize that if they had just treated me half way decent all this time I’ve been working here, I probably wouldn’t be leaving and now they’re being OVERLY nice about EVERYTHING!
And now I feel shitty for bitching about them, but I shouldn’t because they have been pretty shitty to me for the last 3 years.
I woke up alone
My robe tangled around my head with no memory of the night before. No alcohol or narcotics at fault;
Just exhausted from a hellish week at work.
School’s Out
Semester breakdown:
- English-AB (A-)
- College Algebra B
- Intro to Philosophy A
- Environmental Science; dropped. It’s the first time ever I have dropped a class, but I from the first week I knew I couldn’t keep up with the work load and I don’t like half assing things, so I dropped it. I still would like to take it sometime. It seemed really interesting, but this year I’ve been learning my limits.
This semester…
started out really rough. Wyatt and I were both crazy sick for a couple weeks, in which I had to choose to not do some homework and take the loss of points, because I just couldn’t. I hate having to do that, because I know it affects my grade, and I feel like I’m not giving it my all.
Earlier this week I had emailed the instructor of my Philosophy class to ask him a question about the final. In addition to the question, I told him that I was thinking of retaking it in person because you don’t get the same experience in an online class, and I love having discussions about this stuff, and I’m disappointed in myself not doing the homework in week 2, but it was a choice I made while I was sick. I swear I wasn’t looking for sympathy or anything from him, just wanted some more information from him. In response, he told me that since I’ve been doing so well in the class, he’d allow me to make up the work without penalty if I turn it in by tomorrow!
Technically I’m finished with this semester, but my office mate is leaving soon for the rest of the day. I think I”m going to take a little hiatus from work to finish up the assignments. There’s not a lot of points in this class, so even though it’s only a couple things, it will take my grade from a B to an A.
This is Jeff’s uncle Garry. He’s the uncle that gave Wyatt the raccoon penis bone. Aren’t they the cutest?! He made Wyatt his own walking stick (not pictured) So now Jeff and Wyatt both have their own for hiking.
You really can’t plan for these things. I was all ready to be hell on wheels, but then we went to Pasqual’s and the power of salsa turned me into a kitten. Such is life.
I know, I was super crabby all day, and was all set to be lazy and do nothing. Then I realized there were a few things I could do that would make Jeff thrilled when he got home later tonight. So I just finished up, now to put the kiddo to bed.
I’m considering being a nice wife tonight
considering it. Not set on it, but just maybe…
And breathe….
I got a B on my algebra final and ended up with a B in the class. I always try for higher, but I’m perfectly happy with a B considering the semester I have had.
Ken Tucker on how Natalie Maines’ new solo album Mother can be seen in light of the ostracism she experienced after criticizing the Iraq invasion on stage with the Dixie Chicks in 2003:
When Natalie Maines remarked from a London stage in 2003 that the Dixie Chicks were “ashamed the president of the United States is from Texas,” she was criticizing Iraq War policy in a manner that would earn her instant condemnation and worse, even as her take on that war would eventually become a majority opinion in the U.S. No matter: What she and her group-mates felt in immediate response wasn’t just an overreaction from a segment of the country-music audience. It was also the cowardice of a music industry running scared from blunt political ideas in a perilous industry economy. There’s a tendency, therefore, to hear every song on this album as some sort of response to Maines’ life-altering remark and her subsequent public retreat. It lurks here and there, to be sure, but after the first few listens, Mother becomes the work of a mother, wife, feminist, teammate and solo artist taking her place in the public square once again, making stubbornness sound like a kind of freedom.
Image via Blacklisted Journalist
Love the Dixie Chicks and loved them more after the incident in 2003.
