argh
if my old summer student was here right now, i'd kick his ass. his record-keeping skills, which i had assumed were good, were in reality SCHEIT. absolute SCHEIT. this is a problem for several reasons:
1. it makes a LOT more work for me
2. it causes my blood pressure to rise
3. it causes me to let loose swears that i didn't know i even knew
4. it causes me to not give him an interview when he applies for another position this summer
5. it causes me to have bloody gory fantasies of kicking his ass
gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
add to that the fact that funding stuff is not working out the way it was supposed to and you have one stressed out medea. blah. why do i work for a non-profit again???
in other news:
weird dreams continue. i think i should start documenting their oddness for your reading pleasure. for example, last night's foray into the land of nod:
J and i are walking down Dewdney Ave. we walk past one of the stores there, and there's a jade green grand am outside. the back window is turned down a bit. there's a newspaper in the back seat. apparently, i need a newspaper desperately. i reach in, pull up the lock, and take the paper. in the meantime, J gets in the front seat, and proceeds to convince me to get in the front seat where we end up driving away in the car. a newspaper heist gone all wrong. we drive back to our house. it's become my old school yard. a girthy man who creeps me out is herding small children to the playground, where they play, oblivious to his evilness. i hear that he's been molesting them. the rage rises in my body. out of the horizon, a giant red dragon appears, lumbering towards the playground, blasting everyone with his fiery breath. few survive, including the children. the ones that do escape to the small forest, and thrive under the careful tutilage of myself, an archer, and an elf.
i think i need to take sleeping pills or something - i remember taking them in the past and having blissful dreamless sleeps...
some post-Ostara questions for you:
1. what did you do for easter/ostara/spring celebration/etc.?
2. do you believe in a 4-day work week (or school week)?
3. name one band you loved in high school.
4. favorite type of pasta and sauce?
my answers:
1. went to my parents and Uke'd it up (i think our Ukes are different, Ovida). mmmm...paska.
2. abso-friggin'-lutely
3. The Tea Party (only like them now.)
4. homemade creamy tomato on cheese tortellini
much
for you all.
if my old summer student was here right now, i'd kick his ass. his record-keeping skills, which i had assumed were good, were in reality SCHEIT. absolute SCHEIT. this is a problem for several reasons:
1. it makes a LOT more work for me
2. it causes my blood pressure to rise
3. it causes me to let loose swears that i didn't know i even knew
4. it causes me to not give him an interview when he applies for another position this summer
5. it causes me to have bloody gory fantasies of kicking his ass
gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
add to that the fact that funding stuff is not working out the way it was supposed to and you have one stressed out medea. blah. why do i work for a non-profit again???
in other news:
weird dreams continue. i think i should start documenting their oddness for your reading pleasure. for example, last night's foray into the land of nod:
J and i are walking down Dewdney Ave. we walk past one of the stores there, and there's a jade green grand am outside. the back window is turned down a bit. there's a newspaper in the back seat. apparently, i need a newspaper desperately. i reach in, pull up the lock, and take the paper. in the meantime, J gets in the front seat, and proceeds to convince me to get in the front seat where we end up driving away in the car. a newspaper heist gone all wrong. we drive back to our house. it's become my old school yard. a girthy man who creeps me out is herding small children to the playground, where they play, oblivious to his evilness. i hear that he's been molesting them. the rage rises in my body. out of the horizon, a giant red dragon appears, lumbering towards the playground, blasting everyone with his fiery breath. few survive, including the children. the ones that do escape to the small forest, and thrive under the careful tutilage of myself, an archer, and an elf.
i think i need to take sleeping pills or something - i remember taking them in the past and having blissful dreamless sleeps...
some post-Ostara questions for you:
1. what did you do for easter/ostara/spring celebration/etc.?
2. do you believe in a 4-day work week (or school week)?
3. name one band you loved in high school.
4. favorite type of pasta and sauce?
my answers:
1. went to my parents and Uke'd it up (i think our Ukes are different, Ovida). mmmm...paska.
2. abso-friggin'-lutely
3. The Tea Party (only like them now.)
4. homemade creamy tomato on cheese tortellini
much
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2. hell yeah!
3. I loved the Cure when I was in high school, and I still do.
4. Gnocci with tomato-vodka-cream sauce
Honey-bun, you leave the sweetest notes. I hope that you're able to get everything sorted out, in spite of that butthead kid, and without elevating your blood pressure anymore.
That is a weird dream!
What is Ostara??