Wishing Upon A Star



August 13
Dreamer?


While surfing today, I came across this very cool site, Kingdomality.

It’s a quick personality test that tells you who you would have been in medieval times (at least in terms of profession). I came out at Dreamer-Minstrel.

It says:"Your distinct personality, The Dreamer-Minstrel might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. You can always see the "Silver Lining" to every dark and dreary cloud. Look at the bright side is your motto and understanding why everything happens for the best is your goal. You are the positive optimist of the world who provides the hope for all humankind. There is nothing so terrible that you can not find some good within it. On the positive side, you are spontaneous, charismatic, idealistic and empathic. On the negative side, you may be a sentimental dreamer who is emotionally impractical. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms."

Not working in a corporate kingdom, I’m not sure how that fits in, but I guess it does in terms of being a teacher. As a teacher, working with young kids I’m forever trying to find the bright side, showing empathy, and allowing for spontaneity.

I think I am emotionally impractical as well. Shit. Just look at my life.

I’m not sure that I am such an optimist, although I think most of the world tends to see me that way. I think I hide my deeper depression fairly well, and put on a bright outer shell. Some days it has cracks in it, but I don’t think most people look closely enough to really notice.

I like the idea of being a minstrel, though. I do love my music and I love stories. That would have been a perfect job for me. As much as I think I should have been queen, or lady of the manor, I have the feeling I would have been a serving wench.

I once stated in a very quaint hotel in Wells, England. I was thrilled to be there, because I had a private bath for the first time in a couple of weeks. The room had mullioned windows, and I could throw them open to overlook a cobblestone courtyard. I could envision a former life, in a similar place, but didn’t get the feeling I would have been the person in charge!

This is very difficult for someone, who truly believes she was meant to be a Queen, to admit. I’m sure I was meant to be to the manor born.

I learned quite the piece of news today. One of the people I’ve worked most closely with for the last two years has changed positions. She’s gone from being a teacher to an administrative type of job. This has sort of whacked me in the face. It’s a real inside job, and not something that surprises me, as she was thick as thieves with the woman she’s replacing. I think this might be a part time position, but I’m not sure.

I’m not sure how I feel about this. She and I had been fairly close, but she suddenly turned on me this past March and our relationship suffered enormously. She’s no longer someone I consider to be a friend or someone I feel as if I can trust or confide in. We weren’t scheduled to work together this year, so her leaving has little effect on me as far as day to day encounters are concerned. She was a very good teacher, so in that sense, the fact that she’s leaving the classroom will be a loss. There will be some really ticked off parents as well, parents hate mid-summer changes. Her personality had gone through a drastic change, so for her to move on is a good thing.

In that sense I envy her enormously. I’d love to have the type of job she’s going into, but couldn’t take the pay cut that a move to part time would entail. One of the curses of being single, I’m the ONLY income. I know she and her husband could continue to live more than comfortably if she took a part time position.

Too bad The Village Idiot won’t give me her classroom job. But he won’t. He’ll hire some cute young babe who’s right out of college.

Gee, do I sound bitter?

Good.

The festival of my brothers was held tonight. A Chinese food feast. I hung the parachute men from the chandelier and had one of the planes crashed into it. The family got a kick out of it.

This was a good laundry opportunity, as well. Kept me out of the laundromat for a couple of weeks at least.

The kids were fun. Both full of stories and very talkative. My brother is taking my nephew to the Science Museum on Monday, so Matilda and her father are going to take the train into Boston and go on the Swan Boats. He invited me to go along. I didn’t accept, so Matilda got on her knees in front of me and begged. It was cute. I think I’ll probably go. It would be fun. I like my brother (I like both of them actually) and I get a charge out of the drama-queen-in-training. It might be a nice change of pace. .

It’s promising to be another pea soup kind of weekend, so I have the feeling I won’t be bothering to stick my head out the door, except perhaps to get the mail.

That’s fine. I still have plenty to do around here.

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