| May. 4th, 2012 @ 04:22 pm random |
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As soon as I get up from the computer, I have to do things. Buy food and dirt. Shopvac the basement. Catbox.
We were down two kids today-- I have a long-term job, a week at least, at a preschool. The two kids who were out today are the babies. They're both old enough to be in preschool, but treating them like infants is not inappropriate most of the time. Their absence was good because I was not the only sub and also the one I put down for a nap just doesn't sleep for me. Yesterday, my legs stiffened up every time I sat for more than ten minutes. It's all the swaying with a kid in my arms trying to soothe.
I am so glad it's Friday. Just made a blood appointment for Tuesday, have plans for Saturday, but today is Friday and while I have all the things to do I can do them in flip-flops.
Eighteen days left in this school year. That means I can make approximately twelve hundred dollars. I'm looking up kibblejobs since grading may never actually happen. With luck, somewhere else will hire me. Actual jobsearching hasn't been happening lately-- three jobs last night but nothing else since mid-March-- so I have to get back on that terrible terrible horse.
Wiscon! Wiscon Wiscon Wiscon. My parents' birthday money is paying for this-- I became an ungrateful child when I got their card because I had mentioned maybe a HyVee gift card and instead Mom was telling me to buy a Kindle, and would it have been better if she'd just bought me one? No, I would rather have groceries. This resentment is not appropriate or proper, and I knew it at the time, but it doesn't stop me from feeling it. But I have made it okay: birthday money goes to Wiscon. It's a thing I was spending money on anyway, and it's a luxury. That makes it right for birthday money.
Grading, will you please just happen? I had so much more money last year. Seriously.
Anyway, Wiscon: I have panels, I have things I want to go to, I have plans to meet with all the people, and who knows, I may be taken in a fit and buy the gorgeous watercolor-wash map art I have coveted for years. We'll find out.
Now I have rested my poor preschool feet, and it is time to buy food and dirt. Shopvac to follow. Go me. |