It is actually Earth Week 2010, dually note.
I haven't been writing (a catastrophe for us all) due to the utter chaos going on this week. It's difficult to recap all of the "note worthy" situations, maybe because of the Vicodin I've recently ingested?
This week I've been driving (more honestly, I've been speeding) back and forth between school... and the bar. Obviously closely related professions. Yes, I have returned to the world of sailors and fishermen, and their cackling wives duh. The most convenient part of balancing these two acts this week was having to taste all the new varietals on the wine list right before heading back for a meeting vital to keeping our educational institution accredited in the state of California. Always willing to be versatile.
There is a method to my madness...not just attempting to give myself an ulcer, more like a gallbladder issue actually. The method is this: If I want to pay off my arch enemies Mr. Express and Platinum Visa, I'll need to be mixin drinks like a BOSS this summer. The way to get decent shifts, get me on that schedule now before the beloved season starts! See how that works? Forward thinking can be a beautiful thing, so I've been told.
After the madness of the week long training sesh, paired with my "real" job (differentiating my teaching job from the club job in this way leads my yachty coworkers to believe I am a snob. Weird) I found myself at an all time low as far as the immune system is concerned. Running to the mall, right up there with the enemies listed above, to purchase navy blue pants and a new black belt for the uni did not help on Friday at 4:00, before the 5:00 back-after-5-months-shift.
Long story short, Sunday ended with an ER and me thanking Nurse Nancy for the glorious pain meds and her British accent. As of today, I've been told by three physicians that there is something wrong with my Gallbladder, causing my horrendous stomach pain. I'll know more after an ultrasound tomorrow morning, which I realized announcing to the new boo, in a public place, leads others to believe I am...no not a snob... knocked up! Oh misunderstandings, you are fun.
A perfect wrap up to a week that started off with what I read as "Fart Day 2010" (a minor poster malfunction). A sixth grade boy found my "I don't think I'll be a part of that DAY" statement amusing. Cheap laughs. Always worth while.
I haven't been writing (a catastrophe for us all) due to the utter chaos going on this week. It's difficult to recap all of the "note worthy" situations, maybe because of the Vicodin I've recently ingested?
This week I've been driving (more honestly, I've been speeding) back and forth between school... and the bar. Obviously closely related professions. Yes, I have returned to the world of sailors and fishermen, and their cackling wives duh. The most convenient part of balancing these two acts this week was having to taste all the new varietals on the wine list right before heading back for a meeting vital to keeping our educational institution accredited in the state of California. Always willing to be versatile.
There is a method to my madness...not just attempting to give myself an ulcer, more like a gallbladder issue actually. The method is this: If I want to pay off my arch enemies Mr. Express and Platinum Visa, I'll need to be mixin drinks like a BOSS this summer. The way to get decent shifts, get me on that schedule now before the beloved season starts! See how that works? Forward thinking can be a beautiful thing, so I've been told.
After the madness of the week long training sesh, paired with my "real" job (differentiating my teaching job from the club job in this way leads my yachty coworkers to believe I am a snob. Weird) I found myself at an all time low as far as the immune system is concerned. Running to the mall, right up there with the enemies listed above, to purchase navy blue pants and a new black belt for the uni did not help on Friday at 4:00, before the 5:00 back-after-5-months-shift.
Long story short, Sunday ended with an ER and me thanking Nurse Nancy for the glorious pain meds and her British accent. As of today, I've been told by three physicians that there is something wrong with my Gallbladder, causing my horrendous stomach pain. I'll know more after an ultrasound tomorrow morning, which I realized announcing to the new boo, in a public place, leads others to believe I am...no not a snob... knocked up! Oh misunderstandings, you are fun.
A perfect wrap up to a week that started off with what I read as "Fart Day 2010" (a minor poster malfunction). A sixth grade boy found my "I don't think I'll be a part of that DAY" statement amusing. Cheap laughs. Always worth while.
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