fantasticmuse | Entries tagged with work

I don't, as a rule, talk about my job. My reasons are the usual; I work with kids, I'm reluctant to link RL and fandom life, it's hard to tell stories about my job without identifying the company I work for (due to nature of the process I use to teach).

But I will share one story. A former student of mine, a 15 year old boy, wrote me a letter.

Actually, he wrote all of his teachers letters, but this story is about the one I got. It was short, and the lump sum of it said this: "You were the one who made my day go from terrible to terrific. You were my best friend at [school name]. I miss you every day, thank you."

HOW DO YOU EVEN DEAL WITH THAT? I had to sneak off and have a good cry after I got it.

I like my job.

I just listened to all five hours of the audiobook version of Written by the Victors, a SGA magnum opus that has no rivals for scope, creativity and a richly imagined universe. In any fandom. In any writing, period.

For those of you who don't want to slog through 50,000 words or five hours of audio (do it anyway), the story can be summed up as this: "History became legend, legend became myth, and things that should not have been forgotten were lost."

It's a gorgeous story of the founding of a new people, told in parts through the opinions of those who were never there, and in parts by the people who lived it. Basically? It's like listening to a fascinating NPR documentary, interrupted by a woman with a gorgeous British voice who would like to read me porn. Awesome.

And my iTunes decided to follow it with Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."

I have no idea what that means.

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Work goes well. Actually I mostly have been trying to acclimate to actually working a regular 8-5 job. It's been strange. Getting up in the morning blows, but yes we all knew that. Usually the work makes it worth it, it's the getting there that's the problem. Compounded by the several inches of snow we now have. Oh, Minnesota. And also La Nina.

One of my munchkins is the king of non sequitur, to my delight. A typical conversation between us goes like this:

Me: Awesome job! What letter is this? *holds up a letter card*
Him: *stares blankly, breaks into a grin* I'm ELEVEN!
Me: ...yes. Yes you are! Way to be!

<33333333333

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That being said, hi! I hope you're all doing splendidly. Do tell me what you've been up to, as I've been a bit... busy. *falls over*

Right, so. Where to begin?

Monday

Met Roommate #2. Looked at apartments. The first was too hot, the second was too cold, but the third was juuuuuuuuuust right.*

Got applications for said third apartment. Which is 10 minutes from my work. Bonus!

Met the boy for dinner. Went to his place and hung out with his roomies. They are fun.

Went to the Cousin's place ~35 minutes away.

Crashed.

( and the rest of the time has been as follows )

And now, here I am. Still waiting on the apartment (which is a very nice two bedroom, with approximately 950 square feet), enjoying time with the Cousin, enjoying my time at work. Not a bad place to be.

Also: I was gonna ask you guys what you thought about LJ and its deserving-moneyness since my account was going to expire soon. But I forgot to ask your opinion and also to pay. Problem solved.

Also also: I am going to do Nano, just not officially signed up. Because that's how I roll. I suppose you can comment here if you want to be on a special filter or summat.

*with hot meaning small and cold meaning expensive.

**Surprisingly, I kinda liked it. Lol.

I have a lot of things I want to say, but I am severely ADD tonight.

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I'm getting files ready for pre-school screening on Tuesday. So far we've had an Anakin, and best of all, twins named Este Lorien and Varda Elentari.

I am so not kidding.

They have an older sister named Galadriel.

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kerminator2003, you might find this somewhat... ironic/amusing? Eli's wife Liz asked me if I wanted to work at the camp-- apparently they're short-staffed. I have to go and talk to them on Tuesday.

Which is to say, I might be working at a Bible Camp.

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I've been to my mom's class several days now. All the kids recognize me, and mom introduced me as her daughter. Today when I arrived at the school, mom's back was to me and she didn't know I was there until one of the kids smiled and said "Teacher, teacher! Your mom is here!"

Mmhmm. That's about it right there.

Very sleepy tonight, I'll catch up on comments and the like tomorrow. :)

Three things:

Sir Ian needs to be my sparkly gay gentleman caller.

I got to put in my two weeks at work. :D

If you would all send positive job-type thoughts at me, I would appreciate it. Something looking good on the horizon, but I don't want to jinx it.

( An old favorite )

Meh. LJ crapped the formatting and I can't be bothered to fix it. To see the original, and correct (and awesome) formatting, go here.

In other news, I watched bits of due South today. I have this habit of reading fic before I see the canon-- I've been reading due South fic for years. Today I was bored and had access to youtube and, well...

how come no one told me Paul Gross' voice was so goddamn sexy! FIRED, THE LOT OF YOU.

My world has tilted. O.O

Current Mood: hungry

A bit late, today, because I'm feeling lazy.

And a poem that I wrote, today, because I'm lazy. :P

( I suck at giving titles to things )

I tell you what. There's nothing quite like dealing with your boss' family and their emotional issues, a guest's potentially fatal respiratory attack, a panicked assistant trying to secure lodging for his (very wealthy and important) boss, and two crates of smashed wine glasses.

Oh, my job.

On a related note, I am still hunting for jobs. There's an opening at a library that sounds interesting that I think I'll try next. Sigh.

Current Music: Alloway Grove-- Paolo Nutini

"The Crazy Woman"

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
"That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May."

--Gwendolyn Brooks

( Meme )

Nothing much happened today, except Gran filling The Boy and I with waffles and apple jelly, and I got to design an ad at work, hallelujah. Something I actually enjoy.

Still no word on the new-job front. Will be applying another place tomorrow.

Today is one of those days where I just can't win. I'm cranky for no discernible reason, work was filled with suck, my stomach's hurting again after a fairly good month or so, The Boy is being irritating...

And also, I have been working on a cover letter for nigh on three weeks now and have gotten approximately nowhere. I can't do this, guys, I just can't. :/ Why can't they just look at my resume and then call me for an interview. I'm -great- at interviews. I am lame at cover letters.

Anybody know how to write the damn things? Everything I type sounds juvenile at best and simpering and stupid at worst.

Baaaaaaaah, grumpy.

I want to take a couple hours off from the world and read a book in my bed, but I really have to get this cover letter done and everything sent. I'm running out of time.

ETA: I fucking finished it, I am awesome. But you know what is -not- awesome? Livejournal. We're gonna have to see how this shit goes down, people, because it's getting to a level of nasty I hadn't anticipated.

*sigh*

I am just completely bushed. Couldn't tell you why, life's not been that hard. I'm just worn out.

Of course, it could be the heat. It's only going to get hotter, too. Triple digits for certain. And there are 25,000 people attending a music festival here. And camping at said festival. Ouch.

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I'm watching LOTR:FOTR at the moment. Sarah (the neighbor girl) saw it on my shelf and begged to watch.

O.o

She's never really expressed a desire to do anything. It's pretty spectacular. She's watching Gandalf tease the small children with fireworks and she's actually smiling. This is a very interesting turn of events.

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I really want to write, but every time I open word I freeze up in a fit of self-doubt. This is a stupid thing to do, but it happens so often. Does it sound familiar to anyone else? Is there any way to trick oneself out of it?

The whole nannying/babysitting business went much better today. It was almost as if someone flipped a switch overnight. She offered information, actually asked to do something and stopped trying to crawl into the walls when asked a question. She still didn't say much, but it was better than all the other days I've looked after her.

I am in that wonderful state of boredom that comes from having stuff to do but not really wanting to do it. Bleah.

*wastes time on the internets*

P.S. Surf Ninjas was on tv today. Ah, childhood. *mad laughter*

Went to the dentist on my first day off, which seems unfair, really. The hygenist at our local dentist is really terrible. Nice lady, but I swear to god she's cleaning my teeth with a chainsaw.

thiran called, too, and we're hanging out tonight. All in all- a good day.

But! What should I do between now and

thiran?

*sigh* I am not a real robot. This makes me sad.

ETA: Lj does not want to make a poll for me. Fuckers. Comment to me instead? Packing or Cleaning, which sucks less?

Current Music: Jealous of Your Cigarette-- Hawksly Workman

Long entry. In case you wonder where I've been.

( Work )

( Home )

( Fandom )

Also: Some recs:

twinkledru has written Buffy/Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan. Don't question it, just go read it!

And, Darling

captaincooze has been coaxed into National Treasure fic. Go read over at

selfevident_nt.

Maybe one day, I'll write fic again!!! Heh.

Man, paper weekends suck. I feel like I've not had time for anything.

'Cept, I did finish some writing-

hyel: I started the holiday drabbles! I started with halloween, cause it's on my mine. =D

Hmmm. There's a new Ocean's 12 trailer. Makes me happy.

Yeah. That's all for now.