Preludes And Nocturnes

*phone rings at 10:00pm last night*

‘Hi Jenn? This is [the girl I tutor]. Right. Um, I need you to come tomorrow at 11am as well as the scheduled 4pm.”

S’cuse me? Because I’m sitting at home just putting my entire life on hold waiting for you to call? “I have a meeting at 11. At my job.” You know, that other part of my life that exists when I’m not sitting around waiting for you to give me duties…

Student: “yeah, but - um - I have these three papers to hand in tomorrow.”

We meet five days a week. As Cali states poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine… “I’m sorry, but you already changed this week’s schedule once and actually got rid of the 11am session we had scheduled and I now have a meeting then.”

Student: “….”

So what do I do? Right, I start feeling guilty. This student depends on me. She also has just financed my new front brake pads. I like to help out. I want to be supportive. “Listen, I’ll give you a call from work and see what my schedule looks like…” The half of my brain that isn’t a wuss groans at me “noooooooooo!!!!”

Student: “okay, good. Thank you”

I phone mom. Mom sets me straight. I find spine again.

Now I just need to phone her. I hate crap like this.

*grumble*

Any input on what I should be when I grow up?

Do I want a real job?

Do I have any idea what my real job could be?

I’m considering all these jobs that sound just fine, but I worry about what they mean for my long-term career goals.

And then I realise I should probably get me some of those long-term career goals.

And then I realise I’m PMSing and this will probably not feel so horrible in a week.

In other words, the job I thought I might like I never even got called for an interview. Now I’m looking at this academic advisor job which sounds cool. I mean, I like telling people about what they need to do to meet graduation requirements. I think I’d rock in that job.

Finally, I’ve been offered the chance to teach this spring. Two choices: intro to feminism and pop culture or a course on First Nations women’s lit. The second would be ‘easier’ as I’ve got the stuff all ready to go. But I’m drawn to the first one for some variety and fun. Any input? WHat all would you teach for feminism and pop culture?

(no really, what texts? I need suggestions!)

xoxo
jenn

I think that influenced my spending yesterday. I think that influenced my buying that particular eyeshadow yesterday. The Lise Watier eyeshadow. The beautiful peacock blue. The $16.99 eyeshadow.

Yeah. What the hell?

*sigh*

But also YAY! I’m wearing it tomorrow and that one fact has made a monday exciting!!! I’ve planned out my whole morning around putting it on!

As borrowed from missionbear.

This is your challenge: reply to this entry with your earliest memory of you and me together. And you can know me a little or a whole bunch. Do feel free to interpret as you wish.

I have now saved almost $3000 by quitting smoking close to 2 years ago. I would really like it if someone could send me that cheque.

“There is a big difference between breaking the law and having a law designed to break you. We will not be broken.”

-Jinny Sims

Thanks to Julia for the quote. And thanks to the Bears for their solidaridoo. And thanks to Jim for supportive emails as I’m feeling rather poopy today. And thanks to Leone for bringing my tea into the living room. And thanks to my dad for saying he would go to jail for mom.

And thanks to my mom for being someone who has always inspired us to decide when enough is enough and when to stand up for something we believe in.

Even though it feels horrible so much of the time, and we know we’d rather just be engaged in teaching and learning and just living our lives. But we know that at a certain point we can no longer accept what is unacceptable. And that the balance of power shifts too greatly when employers hold all the cards. That is what negotiating is about. Otherwise we are all just working at that crap job in the crap mall for minimum wage all hours of the day, all days of the week, with no security and no hope of being anything other than desperate.

I am so proud of the people in my life.

Err, I kinda missed it - but Oct 7th was my one year mark for blogging! Whoohoo! I re-read my initial thesis related post where I thought I’d have my rough draft done in a month.

Hahaaaahaaahaaa HOOoooooohaaaaahaaaahaa!

*snort*

*giggle*

*sigh*

Yeah. A month… or six. Doh!

But it is done, and defended, and no longer running screaming through my head each time I chose to spend an afternoon lounging about in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top eating frozen fruit and watching fifteen episodes of Buffy. Which I now like to call “friday.”

Thanks to everyone for being here this past year. Without you all feeding my ego I wouldn’t have lasted half as long. Or at least I would have never added anti-spam features so I wouldn’t feel alone.

I much prefer you all.

xoxo
jenn

From the Letters to the Editor of the Dublin (Ireland) The Sunday Independent (as reprinted in The New Republic, Oct. 24, 1994):

Sir — I was shocked by the language of Molly McAnailly Burke’s piece on lesbian rockers, and your allowing it in a family newspaper. The offending phrase “five writhing beauties hot for each other” should be “five writhing beauties hot for one another,” since “each other” applies only to two.

— Sean O’Brien, Rathfarnham, D14

Courtesy of Creek Running North

Past two days have been spent getting rid of the last tenant’s forest green (on three of the four walls in the living room/ dining room combo area). Lovely colour - but too too damned dark. Especially with winter coming.

So now we have an amazing warm cream which goes great with my plan for cream, blue, chocolate, cranberry in the living room. Trim is cranberry. Well - it will be next weekend. Done with the painting and have the blisters to prove it. Three coats.

That was friday and saturday.

Oh, and I belong to a new club. But I’ll save that for another post.

heee!

xoxo
jenn

Just realised I have a yogurt stain on my jeans from breakfast (not really awake this morning) - and now I just got apple juice from my juicy apple down the front of my sweater. Not usually a big deal as 90% of the time I wear my black sweater (queen of cartigans). Today I wore my white one.

I will be under my desk for the rest of the day.