once and future jobs

11-30-99

Day 14 in the neverending vet schedule. And guess what? It's over.

:)

As I was leaving today, Aida asked how many dogs were in the back. When I told her about six, she asked Sherrie to take care of the dogs so I can take Wednesday off. Yay!

That's when I figured out that having tomorrow off is better than having today would have been. I got off work today at 1:15, when yesterday I had to work late AND babysit.

First thing I did was got to Publix to get something for dinner. When I got into the store, I grabbed a basket and then some other part of my brain drove me down the wrong aisles. I got to the checkout lane and took a look at my stuff. My basket was full of all my traditional comfort foods: chocolate mint patties (After Eights were on sale,) Little Debbie snack cakes, tortilla chips, diet Sprite, choco-cereal, and Ben and Jerry's Chubby hubby ice cream. Mmmm—healthy! I decided the whole comfort issue was a supreme idea, so I ate macaroni with Parmesan for dinner. That's been my starchy fallback since before I can remember. Spent the afternoon watching shit TV and making Christmas presents.

I had a lot of quiet time at work today; the dogs were sleepy and I spent a good hour scooping the yard. Chipping at sun-dried dog turds is rather calming.

I can't believe I said that. Please forget it.

But anyway, I was thinking about my longterm. I've farted around Georgia for 4 months now, doing odd jobs and talking about what I want to do.

I've never been worth much outside of a school setting. I think that's the initial reason I wanted to be a teacher, and the reason I still want to be a professor. Hey, have I ever mentioned that? I want to be a professor. Silly of me not to say that. It's not the sort of thing I can jinx,; I'll either do it or I won't.

Too bad I sort of shot myself in the foot by axing my education major. I can still limp into a position somewhere, but a euphonium performance master's isn't all that impressive, really.

My true ambition is to be a lifelong student. I want to go back to school. I've sure everyone says that around this time, when they're burnt out on real-life and student loans are coming due.

A Vampire-Slaying Note....

Why is Willow out walking at night with Buffy and wearing a shawl? Seems like she'd want to have her arms free....

I spent my turd-scooping hour thinking about whether I want to go to Michigan or Michigan State for my next degree. Piled up a list of pros and cons for each, knowing full well that I 1. can't afford another school outing, 2. wouldn't get me a job around here, anyway, as there are no jobs, and 3. if I did go back to school, I'd go around here somewhere. It's easier to get a teaching gig if the professors already know you, and I don't know shit about the colleges here. All I know is that if I walk in the door and read someone my resume, they'll pretty much give me the, "Don't call us" line and send me back to the poopy job.

On another employment note: I never got one call about those retail gigs I applied for. At some of those places I had interviews, and I talked to managers who said they were so interested and would definitely call me in the next few days. Not one call. Now I know it's best to LIE on my applications. Next time I'm out looking for a temporary gig, I'm going to write high school diploma as my highest education. Maybe scribble in a couple years of college, but I won't mention my degrees. Nobody wants to hire a person who's smarter than they are.