Sunday, March 25, 2007

In Transit

I am so tired of having a cold--and here we go for round umpteengazillion. I need to talk to my doctor about this, also about the pain in my left hip and disc. Not too long ago, while talking to one of my classes, I described myself as an "old lady". This is not uncommon. I have been known to tell classes that when I was their age, dinosaurs roamed the earth, and that Charlemagne and I went to high school together back before he became Holy Roman Emperor. For the most part, they accept this.

But one of the kids came up to me after class on this particular day, and said "Ms. Bluejeans, you're not really old. You're just kind of middle-aged."

Awwwwwww. (I repeated this story to a colleague a couple of years younger than I, who was NOT amused.)

Anyway, I'm too young to be falling apart like this. I've joined the Jazzercise place down the street from me; maybe getting some exercise will help.

I mostly hate getting sick because I feel as though I'm just barely keeping things pinned together with chicken wire and safety pins as it is, and when I'm sick, things fall apart, I mean things REALLY fall apart. I didn't go in to work to do my grades this weekend, and oh, I'll pay for that.

And I'm trying to job hunt.

Have I mentioned how much I hate job hunting? And how much I hate job hunting while trying to put together a wedding, finish a school year, and get all the other bits of my life running smoothly? Aaaagh.

Oh, and Pesach is happening again, even though I told them last year that I didn't have the energy to deal with it again so soon.

Why do they do this to me?

Anyway, about the job hunting: on Monday I went into my principal's office to talk to her, having written her a letter about concerns I was having about my job, and we decided that I shouldn't come back. I think I might have been able to keep the job, but it would have been really hard to sell myself to all the people who didn't want me back, and also the principal is leaving, and the new principal is a woman I can't work with. So there we are.

I was incredibly mature about the whole thing. Now I sort of wish I had thrown something, or at least bad-mouthed the new principal. But probably better I didn't.

Oh well.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

This is just to let you all know

That I have not fallen off the face of the earth.

I do have some other problems, but none of them are that major.

The key problem keeping me away from the blog was that I couldn't change over to the new Blogger on my old Mac, and then our internet access went down for a while...anyway....

The other problems, in order:

1. I am hunting for a wedding officiant (yes, all of you who offered help, I know, and may be in touch), because I thought it would be nice to have the wedding at a certain location, and the certain location is not letting me give them a down payment until I come up with a wedding officiant who can vouch that I am having a Jewish wedding, and not, say, one at which Pastor Bob, or Pastor Bob and Rabbi Julie, or Rabbi Yeshua from the Messianic Shul will preside. (Never mind that the fella and I CANNOT have a Jewish wedding, by any sort of technical definition...) Working on it.

2. I'm looking for a new job. (Long story, and I'm still teaching until the summer, but will not be returning in the fall.)

3. One of my students has become a hunted man. Apparently he went to a party and was lo shomer negiah with a young woman and either did or said something to her which caused twenty-five of her closest friends and relations to show up at the school this afternoon to kick his butt/commit mayhem/kill him/something like that. We're concerned that they're coming back tomorrow. Life at St. Colmcille is nothin' but laughs.

4. My future mother-in-law would REALLY like a solid date for the wedding.

5. The fella is sick. He's not so much fun when he's sick, he just eats soup and coughs.

6. My favorite coworker is out with diverticulitis. How fun is that?

On the bright side:

1. I have a DISHWASHER! This is truly, truly, truly cool. It arrived on St. Patrick's Day, and is therefore Patricia, or sometimes Tricia the Disher.

2. I got a last little bit of money from the schoolteacher's retirement fund I closed out.

3. I'm recovering from my own cold.

4. Most importantly, I can blog again...