Oh my goodness! The last two weeks have been so very rough on us. So this is my post to catch everyone up on what the deal is.
2 weeks ago, my husband went into work to find out that the company had lost their funding suddenly and had to close its doors...immediately. The unexpected layoff left everyone in shock. There was panic, fear, tears, sadness, and mourning over the loss of such a wonderful company. The following days involved D and I going through all of our options and weighing each one carefully, but one thing was certain - we could not afford our house without D working. We had a HUGE budget deficit and we needed to stop the bleeding as fast as possible. Luckily, we are blessed to have a ton of options and enough savings to get us through a couple months.
And here is the decision. We are moving back to Tucson. Tucson is hurting for math and science teachers so the job market is ripe for me to gain quick employment, something that I have been unable to do here in San Diego. In addition, the cost of living there is low enough that we can afford it on my salary alone. That isn't even taking into account how much healthier I am there!
Although we are confident in our decision, there are several things making this move a challenge. First, there is the sadness in telling my students and their families that we are moving and I will no longer be able to work with them. These kids are amazing and I will miss them dearly. Then there is my sinus surgery coming up next week. Ever tried selling a house while recovering from surgery? Yea. That should be interesting. Then, there is moving away from family who is just getting used to having me close by - aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. Finally, there is trying to coordinate interviews when you don't even live in your destination city yet. Well, if nothing else, we are keeping life interesting!
As Rodney Atkins tells us, "If you're going through hell, keep on going. Don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it. You might get out before the devil even knows you're there."
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
I Love My Job!!!
Do you love your job? If you don't, you should find what you love and turn it into a career. My husband does what he loves - designing games. I finally get to do what I love - teaching. Why do I love teaching though? Because I understand what it is like to learn in a different way than what mainstream school usually uses. I understand what it is like to try and find different ways of understanding when the spoken word just doesn't work for you. I understand how some topics just seem so overwhelming, you can't move forward. This is what I work around every day when I substitute, tutor, or teach a friend something new. And I absolutely love it!
I love it because I helped keep someone from giving up. I helped build someone's confidence to try something they didn't think they could do. I helped make our future inventors and philosophers be a little more creative, think a little differently, and understand the seemingly convoluted concepts a little bit more. But most of all, I love it for the look on a child's face when everything suddenly makes sense - that lightbulb moment. I love the excitement in the student's face when they discovered how awesome reading really can be. I love the feeling of accomplishment when just one or two slight misconceptions are corrected and everything else falls into place. I love moments like last night and this morning, when I help someone figure an assignment out just by explaining it in different terms...
Original comment and assignment: I cannot write compare and contrast essays for the life of me oh my ...... I am having the hardest time. So here is what we did. We wrote sentences and my teacher split us into groups based on the same sentences and we had to read ours aloud to our group. So i have to compare theres to mine lol. How do i introduce 3 different topics and say "im gonna compare and contrast these k". im gonna be up all night.
My abridge response: slow down. you will have 3 paragraphs. one for each opposing paper. so you are only comparing your paper to one at a time in structure. paper 1: this paper was similar to mine because _____; it was different from mine because _____. paper 2: this paper was similar to mine because _____; it was different from mine because _____. paper 3: this paper was similar to mine because _____; it was different from mine because _____. Add examples for each.
Resulting comment: I THINK ID DIE WITHOUT YOU
This morning's text exchange:
Student: Guess who gets to help me write another paper?!
Me: No problem! Email me the assignment and we will explore what it wants tonight.
Student: You are a life saver!
Me: Nope, just a teacher.
Student: The best f*cking teacher
Me: LOL. Thanks. :)
Talk about a great start to my day!
I love it because I helped keep someone from giving up. I helped build someone's confidence to try something they didn't think they could do. I helped make our future inventors and philosophers be a little more creative, think a little differently, and understand the seemingly convoluted concepts a little bit more. But most of all, I love it for the look on a child's face when everything suddenly makes sense - that lightbulb moment. I love the excitement in the student's face when they discovered how awesome reading really can be. I love the feeling of accomplishment when just one or two slight misconceptions are corrected and everything else falls into place. I love moments like last night and this morning, when I help someone figure an assignment out just by explaining it in different terms...
Original comment and assignment: I cannot write compare and contrast essays for the life of me oh my ...... I am having the hardest time. So here is what we did. We wrote sentences and my teacher split us into groups based on the same sentences and we had to read ours aloud to our group. So i have to compare theres to mine lol. How do i introduce 3 different topics and say "im gonna compare and contrast these k". im gonna be up all night.
My abridge response: slow down. you will have 3 paragraphs. one for each opposing paper. so you are only comparing your paper to one at a time in structure. paper 1: this paper was similar to mine because _____; it was different from mine because _____. paper 2: this paper was similar to mine because _____; it was different from mine because _____. paper 3: this paper was similar to mine because _____; it was different from mine because _____. Add examples for each.
Resulting comment: I THINK ID DIE WITHOUT YOU
This morning's text exchange:
Student: Guess who gets to help me write another paper?!
Me: No problem! Email me the assignment and we will explore what it wants tonight.
Student: You are a life saver!
Me: Nope, just a teacher.
Student: The best f*cking teacher
Me: LOL. Thanks. :)
Talk about a great start to my day!
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Help Us Start a Family!
I know I haven't posted anything recently and I apologize for that. With work and school, I just got out of the habit. A quick update on things.
D has been working with a new startup computer game company and things are going great! He is loving his job and the process is really starting to ramp up now. As for me, I have been substituting like mad! I have had work every day I have wanted it. For the last 9 weeks, I have been on a long-term substitute job teaching 8th grade physical science. It has been a mix of amazing awesomeness and incredible WTF moments. I am telling you what. Middle school kids have some very strange logic. But the teachers I work with and the administration have been nothing but supportive and it has been a wonderful experience!
Next week is my last week as a long-term sub. I am then giving myself a much needed week off and going back to Tucson to see my girls receive their diplomas and visit my friends, one of which has this adorable little girl that I must cuddle and snuggle and sniff and quite possibly steal away! Hehe.
Speaking of little ones, I wanted to share our latest adventure with you. Hubby and I are officially working on the adoption process. The problem is that it is soooooooo freakin expensive. As such, we are doing everything we can to try to raise the $20k+ we have to come up with to start our family. If you are able and willing to donate to our cause, we would greatly appreciate it. Even a dollar helps us get that much closer. Thank you for being such loyal readers and friends!
D has been working with a new startup computer game company and things are going great! He is loving his job and the process is really starting to ramp up now. As for me, I have been substituting like mad! I have had work every day I have wanted it. For the last 9 weeks, I have been on a long-term substitute job teaching 8th grade physical science. It has been a mix of amazing awesomeness and incredible WTF moments. I am telling you what. Middle school kids have some very strange logic. But the teachers I work with and the administration have been nothing but supportive and it has been a wonderful experience!
Next week is my last week as a long-term sub. I am then giving myself a much needed week off and going back to Tucson to see my girls receive their diplomas and visit my friends, one of which has this adorable little girl that I must cuddle and snuggle and sniff and quite possibly steal away! Hehe.
Speaking of little ones, I wanted to share our latest adventure with you. Hubby and I are officially working on the adoption process. The problem is that it is soooooooo freakin expensive. As such, we are doing everything we can to try to raise the $20k+ we have to come up with to start our family. If you are able and willing to donate to our cause, we would greatly appreciate it. Even a dollar helps us get that much closer. Thank you for being such loyal readers and friends!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Living in Two States
So if you are close to me, you know I am living my life in two states right now -- Arizona and California. If you are not close to me, you are probably asking why. See, my husband and I had been living together in Arizona for the last year or so because he got a job with Sony Online Entertainment, his dream job (making computer games), in Tucson. Unfortunately, after about a year and a half of employment, Sony shut down the Tucson office and laid off just about everyone. This led to a job hunt which netted results in San Francisco.
When he took the new job, we had some decisions to make. I was and still am in school to become a teacher. If I were to transfer my schooling to California, it would add 2-3 years onto my completion date. Seeing as I was only about a year and a half out at the time, that just seemed silly. Why pour more time and money into something that can be done quicker and risk having to move again and add more time on should another unforeseen circumstance come up? And so came our decision to split our household.
At this time, 98% of our belongings are in our beautiful 2 bed, 2 bath duplex in San Francisco with my husband, including the 2 cats and 1 dog. I usually reside in Tucson in a studio apartment with nothing but a bed, a dresser, a TV, a few select kitchen items, and a bookshelf I adopted after the move. Oh! I adopted some chairs too. Can't forget the chairs. You know, the plastic patio chairs? Yea, those.
Anyway, so usually I live in Tucson. It is very lonely. Yes, I have friends there and they keep me distracted from my loneliness as much as possible, but when I lay in bed at night, I miss being wrapped up in my husband's arms. I miss the good night kisses and the good morning smiles. The plan is to have me fly back to San Francisco every couple months for a long weekend or a short week to visit. Even better, I managed to work my school schedule around so I have been able to reside in San Francisco for the last 6 weeks! Oh how nice to live with my husband again!
But now my time in San Francisco is drawing to an end. In two weeks (and 12 hours), my bags will be packed and I will be headed back to Tucson until the holidays. I look forward to the warmth of Arizona (San Francisco is too damn cold!) and I look forward to seeing my friends. I look forward to getting back to school on campus instead of online, and I look forward to swimming. But once again, I will be living on my own. I will miss my husband madly. I will probably cry when I leave and I will probably bury myself in distractions once I get "home" while I adjust again. I will probably cry myself to sleep a few nights as well. But we love each other and we know we can make it through this as long as we support each other. We also know this way will work out better in the long run than any of the other options.
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When he took the new job, we had some decisions to make. I was and still am in school to become a teacher. If I were to transfer my schooling to California, it would add 2-3 years onto my completion date. Seeing as I was only about a year and a half out at the time, that just seemed silly. Why pour more time and money into something that can be done quicker and risk having to move again and add more time on should another unforeseen circumstance come up? And so came our decision to split our household.
At this time, 98% of our belongings are in our beautiful 2 bed, 2 bath duplex in San Francisco with my husband, including the 2 cats and 1 dog. I usually reside in Tucson in a studio apartment with nothing but a bed, a dresser, a TV, a few select kitchen items, and a bookshelf I adopted after the move. Oh! I adopted some chairs too. Can't forget the chairs. You know, the plastic patio chairs? Yea, those.
Anyway, so usually I live in Tucson. It is very lonely. Yes, I have friends there and they keep me distracted from my loneliness as much as possible, but when I lay in bed at night, I miss being wrapped up in my husband's arms. I miss the good night kisses and the good morning smiles. The plan is to have me fly back to San Francisco every couple months for a long weekend or a short week to visit. Even better, I managed to work my school schedule around so I have been able to reside in San Francisco for the last 6 weeks! Oh how nice to live with my husband again!
But now my time in San Francisco is drawing to an end. In two weeks (and 12 hours), my bags will be packed and I will be headed back to Tucson until the holidays. I look forward to the warmth of Arizona (San Francisco is too damn cold!) and I look forward to seeing my friends. I look forward to getting back to school on campus instead of online, and I look forward to swimming. But once again, I will be living on my own. I will miss my husband madly. I will probably cry when I leave and I will probably bury myself in distractions once I get "home" while I adjust again. I will probably cry myself to sleep a few nights as well. But we love each other and we know we can make it through this as long as we support each other. We also know this way will work out better in the long run than any of the other options.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Drugs, Money, and Rock and Roll - Part 2
Check it out! I finally got around to creating Part 2 of this saga! Only problem is I didn't take notes or anything, so this might be kinda short. And most of you probably know this part anyway.
So after I finally get to a fully functional, fairly drug-free state after my nose wasbroken fixed, I get to start dealing with the next adventure. April 1st, my husband's company announces massive layoffs and office closures. April Fools? Nope. It wasn't that surprising. We knew there was a change coming, we just didn't think it was coming so soon and we didn't think it was going to be in the form of the unemployment line.
Positive - D was already interviewing with many companies.
Negative - We knew we were going to have to move. Again. And likely to some place cold. *cry*
Naturally, the hubby has a hard time deciphering paperwork like Cobra benefits, severance packages, etc. Luckily, my head was fairly fog-free so I could help with that. I spent the next week (or was it two?), living day to day,worrying wondering where we would end up living, taking D back and forth to the airport to fly places for interviews, and trying to figure out what the hell I am going to do about school. Then D got a job! One he was excited about too! Bonus! The destination? San Francisco.
Positive - Close to my family again and good friends. Finally, fresh, fantastic sushi, and clam chowder!
Negative - It's FREAKING COLD! And cloudy. And windy. And COLD. This oughta be fun.
Awesome. So then we started to contemplate the upcoming changes and where we wanted to live in the San Francisco area. Time to rock and roll and get this house moved! In 10 days. Wait. WHAT?!?! 10 day?!?! Aw hell. I hate having to rush things...
...to be continued in Part 3!
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So after I finally get to a fully functional, fairly drug-free state after my nose was
Positive - D was already interviewing with many companies.
Negative - We knew we were going to have to move. Again. And likely to some place cold. *cry*
Naturally, the hubby has a hard time deciphering paperwork like Cobra benefits, severance packages, etc. Luckily, my head was fairly fog-free so I could help with that. I spent the next week (or was it two?), living day to day,
Positive - Close to my family again and good friends. Finally, fresh, fantastic sushi, and clam chowder!
Negative - It's FREAKING COLD! And cloudy. And windy. And COLD. This oughta be fun.
Awesome. So then we started to contemplate the upcoming changes and where we wanted to live in the San Francisco area. Time to rock and roll and get this house moved! In 10 days. Wait. WHAT?!?! 10 day?!?! Aw hell. I hate having to rush things...
...to be continued in Part 3!
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Battle With the Sandman. Ouch. I Lost....Again.
So the last couple of weeks I have been fighting insomnia. I am told it is something that often accompanies bipolar disorder. It is a fact of my life. It comes and goes. Right now, it has returned for a visit and is showing no signs of returning from whence it came. At first, it was just a matter of pride as I lay there thinking "I refuse to get up because I am not asleep yet. I don't care if I have been laying here for three hours. I. Will. Not. Get. Up." And so I would lay there in bed, staring at the wall or the back of my eyelids, trying to make my mind go blank so I can bore myself to sleep until finally, somewhere around 5 or 6 am, I dose off, only to be woken a couple hours later by my husband's alarm clock saying it's 8am.
"That's ok," I think. "I can sleep in a little." After all, I don't work so I don't have anything to do, right? Yea. Right. Just when I start to dose off again (8:45-ish), my husband comes in and kisses me goodbye because he knows I freak out if I don't know when he is leaving. I am now awake again and have to start this process all over. At some point I dose off...again...and I sleep 'til around 10 when I wake up because the dog scratched herself and made her tags jingle. I feel a little guilty because it already starts to feel like I am sleeping too late, but I talk myself into trying to go back to sleep because, again, I don't work so I don't have anything to do, right?
Usually by this point I am exhausted so I fall asleep again almost immediately. I wake up again around 11:30 or 11:45, and now I panic. Holy crap. I can't believe I let myself sleep half the day away! What was I thinking?! I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!!! And this is the point where I attempt to "spring" out of bed but it really ends up being this awkward stumbling in an attempt to get my legs functioning while not stepping on the dog and everything is a little fuzzy and hazy because I only got maybe 3 hours of truly restful, rejuvenating sleep. I then spend the rest of the day vaguely attempting to complete the tasks that seem so numerous, yet I usually only manage to get one, maaaaaaaybe two done.
Rinse, repeat.
Before you say anything about going to the doctor for help, yes, I have a prescription sleep aid that actually works really, really well. The problem is that at some point this process went from pride to stubbornness. As you may or may not know, my husband and I are trying to get pregnant. We have been trying for quite some time actually. In this process, I have either cut back or cut out any medication I can possible live without, without causing too much discomfort, ok, pain, in my life. This includes the sleep aid. So when I went from pride to stubbornness, my mind thinks, "Screw you insomnia! I will not have you screw up my future child just because you don't feel like letting me sleep. SCREW. YOU!" But you see, insomnia doesn't have feeeeeelings. It doesn't care when you yell at it. It is relentless. It is this mindless, feelingless thing that doesn't care what you say or do. If conditions are not just right, forget it. You aren't sleeping.
Well finally the sleepless nights built on each other for so long that I finally broke down and took the damn sleep aid. OH. MY. GOD. I slept so well that I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. The next day, that "spring" out of bed, really was a spring and I had the most productive day in a couple weeks. But then the night came again. I decided one more night of sleep aid can't be too horrible, so I popped another and once again, slept like a baby.
Now it has been 3 nights of sleep aid and the figurative voice in my head is starting to get to me. I know tonight is going to be another sleepless night. I can feel it. I should probably take another pill since these bouts usually last 2 or 3 weeks for me. Yet, the voice keeps chastising me. How could you put your possibly future child at risk like this? Then the other side argues back how a mother who is not healthy or rested is no good to her child anyway. Then the voice again - but what about side effects it could have on the child? Then the other side - you have been told this sleep aid doesn't have huge risks like others. Yes, there are risks, but not like really, really, bad and highly likely ones.
And so the argument continues, but I know what side will ultimately win. I will go to bed in hopes that the sandman will be kind to me tonight but knowing he will not. I will lay in bed awake while my husband sleeps peacefully next to me. Finally, 2 or 3 will roll around and I will give in and take a pill because I have appointments I have to actually be functional for. But tomorrow night, I will deny myself the help simply because I will not have any appointments and after all, I don't work so I don't have anything to do, right?
Yea.
Right.
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"That's ok," I think. "I can sleep in a little." After all, I don't work so I don't have anything to do, right? Yea. Right. Just when I start to dose off again (8:45-ish), my husband comes in and kisses me goodbye because he knows I freak out if I don't know when he is leaving. I am now awake again and have to start this process all over. At some point I dose off...again...and I sleep 'til around 10 when I wake up because the dog scratched herself and made her tags jingle. I feel a little guilty because it already starts to feel like I am sleeping too late, but I talk myself into trying to go back to sleep because, again, I don't work so I don't have anything to do, right?
Usually by this point I am exhausted so I fall asleep again almost immediately. I wake up again around 11:30 or 11:45, and now I panic. Holy crap. I can't believe I let myself sleep half the day away! What was I thinking?! I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!!! And this is the point where I attempt to "spring" out of bed but it really ends up being this awkward stumbling in an attempt to get my legs functioning while not stepping on the dog and everything is a little fuzzy and hazy because I only got maybe 3 hours of truly restful, rejuvenating sleep. I then spend the rest of the day vaguely attempting to complete the tasks that seem so numerous, yet I usually only manage to get one, maaaaaaaybe two done.
Rinse, repeat.
Before you say anything about going to the doctor for help, yes, I have a prescription sleep aid that actually works really, really well. The problem is that at some point this process went from pride to stubbornness. As you may or may not know, my husband and I are trying to get pregnant. We have been trying for quite some time actually. In this process, I have either cut back or cut out any medication I can possible live without, without causing too much discomfort, ok, pain, in my life. This includes the sleep aid. So when I went from pride to stubbornness, my mind thinks, "Screw you insomnia! I will not have you screw up my future child just because you don't feel like letting me sleep. SCREW. YOU!" But you see, insomnia doesn't have feeeeeelings. It doesn't care when you yell at it. It is relentless. It is this mindless, feelingless thing that doesn't care what you say or do. If conditions are not just right, forget it. You aren't sleeping.
Well finally the sleepless nights built on each other for so long that I finally broke down and took the damn sleep aid. OH. MY. GOD. I slept so well that I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. The next day, that "spring" out of bed, really was a spring and I had the most productive day in a couple weeks. But then the night came again. I decided one more night of sleep aid can't be too horrible, so I popped another and once again, slept like a baby.
Now it has been 3 nights of sleep aid and the figurative voice in my head is starting to get to me. I know tonight is going to be another sleepless night. I can feel it. I should probably take another pill since these bouts usually last 2 or 3 weeks for me. Yet, the voice keeps chastising me. How could you put your possibly future child at risk like this? Then the other side argues back how a mother who is not healthy or rested is no good to her child anyway. Then the voice again - but what about side effects it could have on the child? Then the other side - you have been told this sleep aid doesn't have huge risks like others. Yes, there are risks, but not like really, really, bad and highly likely ones.
And so the argument continues, but I know what side will ultimately win. I will go to bed in hopes that the sandman will be kind to me tonight but knowing he will not. I will lay in bed awake while my husband sleeps peacefully next to me. Finally, 2 or 3 will roll around and I will give in and take a pill because I have appointments I have to actually be functional for. But tomorrow night, I will deny myself the help simply because I will not have any appointments and after all, I don't work so I don't have anything to do, right?
Yea.
Right.
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
Too tired to come up with a witty blog title.
I'm tired. I know it has been a while since I posted, so here I am. The problem is that I am so tired that my poor little brain cannot come up with the sarcastic and witty remarks I would normally include in a post. I have several things saved in emails and pictures that I want to blog about, but at this juncture, I know my words could not possibly do them justice. And so they sit...and wait...for me to recover from whatever has drained all my energy.
And herein lies the question: Why on earth am I so exhausted?? I don't think it is depression because it feels different than normal. I still want to do things, I just literally don't have the energy. I feel like I could sleep all day and still not be rested. Could it be pain induced? I have had this same damn headache for 3 days straight now and my rheumatic hands aren't exactly thrilled with me (I blame that on the latest rain storm that came through). Could it be stress?
Despite not working (I quit my part-time, 12-hour a week, minimum wage job LOL), there are still things in my life that have my mind racing. I have a decision to make, and I just can't do it. Maybe you can help me. Help someone out by moving into a place with a roommate (I despise the thought of moving all our crap), or go with my level of comfort and figure out a way to tell a nice person, sorry, but no, we won't help you out? Take a gamble on being miserable with a roommate, or make myself feel miserable for not helping someone in need? See? Sucks either way. This causes me stress.
So my solution for now? Sit on the couch and nap while watching movies all day long. It works similar to an ostrich poking its head into the ground. If I ignore it, it's not there and will eventually go away on its own.
Well, back to the movie, and hopefully in a couple days I will be able to tell you an amazing story about The Trustworthiness of Beards or some other equally amusing thing I find.
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And herein lies the question: Why on earth am I so exhausted?? I don't think it is depression because it feels different than normal. I still want to do things, I just literally don't have the energy. I feel like I could sleep all day and still not be rested. Could it be pain induced? I have had this same damn headache for 3 days straight now and my rheumatic hands aren't exactly thrilled with me (I blame that on the latest rain storm that came through). Could it be stress?
Despite not working (I quit my part-time, 12-hour a week, minimum wage job LOL), there are still things in my life that have my mind racing. I have a decision to make, and I just can't do it. Maybe you can help me. Help someone out by moving into a place with a roommate (I despise the thought of moving all our crap), or go with my level of comfort and figure out a way to tell a nice person, sorry, but no, we won't help you out? Take a gamble on being miserable with a roommate, or make myself feel miserable for not helping someone in need? See? Sucks either way. This causes me stress.
So my solution for now? Sit on the couch and nap while watching movies all day long. It works similar to an ostrich poking its head into the ground. If I ignore it, it's not there and will eventually go away on its own.
Well, back to the movie, and hopefully in a couple days I will be able to tell you an amazing story about The Trustworthiness of Beards or some other equally amusing thing I find.
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Thursday, April 8, 2010
Things I Learned Today At Work
As many of you know, I started a new part time job today. At minimum wage for a mere 12 hours a week, I am gonna be stinking rich! LOL. Guess it is a good thing I am doing this more to keep myself busy until school starts than anything. So, for today's edition, I thought I would make a list of some of the wonderful things I experienced and learned today.
Top Ten First Day At Work Events
10) There are a lot of stairs to get to the "cave office"...well...really anywhere at this place. It is built into a mountain ya'll.
9) I have to do a LOT of driving in circles.
8) A seasonal "wash" (aka. stream/river) that runs for only 3 weeks can wipe out an entire road.
7) Minivans are really not built to travel dirt roads filled with pot holes.
6) There are way too many freaking gate codes to remember.
5) My "boss" reminds me a sweet, wonderful, little grandma.
4) The "Bear Paw" office, aka. my boss's house, is freaking ginormous and gorgeous.
3) The person who had this position before me thinks in ways I will never understand (ie. shouldn't membership invoices and/or bills be in the folder labeled "invoices?" No. They are in "renewals").
2) I get to have kitties sleep on my lap while I work. :D :D :D :D
and finally...
1) The Mac "Microsoft Office" programs are the bane of my existence and may lead me to stabbing people with rusty forks. Grrrr.
Lesson Learned: If you were raised on PCs, do not buy a Mac for office work, especially if you are already homicidal.
P.S. Who the hell at Apple thought it would be a good idea to change the setup of the 10-key section of the keyboard? The * is where the - should be and the / is where the * should be and the - is where the + should be and the + is moved further down. What...the...hell....
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Top Ten First Day At Work Events
10) There are a lot of stairs to get to the "cave office"...well...really anywhere at this place. It is built into a mountain ya'll.
9) I have to do a LOT of driving in circles.
8) A seasonal "wash" (aka. stream/river) that runs for only 3 weeks can wipe out an entire road.
7) Minivans are really not built to travel dirt roads filled with pot holes.
6) There are way too many freaking gate codes to remember.
5) My "boss" reminds me a sweet, wonderful, little grandma.
4) The "Bear Paw" office, aka. my boss's house, is freaking ginormous and gorgeous.
3) The person who had this position before me thinks in ways I will never understand (ie. shouldn't membership invoices and/or bills be in the folder labeled "invoices?" No. They are in "renewals").
2) I get to have kitties sleep on my lap while I work. :D :D :D :D
and finally...
1) The Mac "Microsoft Office" programs are the bane of my existence and may lead me to stabbing people with rusty forks. Grrrr.
Lesson Learned: If you were raised on PCs, do not buy a Mac for office work, especially if you are already homicidal.
P.S. Who the hell at Apple thought it would be a good idea to change the setup of the 10-key section of the keyboard? The * is where the - should be and the / is where the * should be and the - is where the + should be and the + is moved further down. What...the...hell....
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