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Random shit:
- My job is slowly rotting my mind. If you spend forty hours a week primarily conversing with four- and five-year-olds, you're going to start talking to your friends and your girlfriend the same way. Elise got mad at me last night when I told her she needs "to do a better job using her listening ears."
- Speaking of my job, it's okay; some days up, others down. Working with a for-profit educational center is frustrating when profit is primary and a child's educational experience becomes secondary. Today, twenty-eight, three-year-olds were packed into a twenty-by-forty-foot room. NAYCE -- the National Association for the Education of Young Children -- suggests that, for a child to be comfortable, a daycare center should provide thirty-five-square-feet of space for each child. You can do the math. Today was a down day.
- I may be sued by an insurance company for the receipt of about $2500. We'll see. Anyone know a good lawyer?
- Elise and I spent a drunk Saturday night at Gooski's, getting down with the ass-moving, get-up-on-yo-feet, ten-piece Eastern European-by-way-of-Brookyln brass band Slavic Soul Party. It was the first time I've danced in two/three years; probably the first time since those infamous Ophelia Street parties. It was real fun; in fact, the most fun I've had in awhile.
- For the first time in my life, bills are piling up. Gas, electric, cell phone, rent, tuition. Without my parents help, I'd either be doomed or up to my neck in loans. Thanks mom and dad. I think I need to move in July, though. I love my place, but even the $400 a month -- rent, gas, and electric, plus or minus $20 to $50 -- is becoming too much now that I'm back in school. (Note: Hey New Yorker, just so you know, $400 a month in Pittsburgh is a pretty big chunk of change.)
- The other night this girl in one of my classes -- she's real cute, French-looking ... and married -- politely asked me, "Are you an anarchist?" I couldn't help but feel a little flattered.
- Finally, Elise and I are hopefully going to Punxsutawney for Groundhog's Day. We've got it all planned out except for a place to stay. The day involves Sparks, coffee, polka, whiskey, beer, and a captured groundhog and his infamous shadow (or lack of). I requested the day off, a Friday, but my boss told me I need to give at least thirty days notice to guarantee a day off -- I submitted the request twenty-seven days before Groundhog Day. I better get that day off ...
- My job is slowly rotting my mind. If you spend forty hours a week primarily conversing with four- and five-year-olds, you're going to start talking to your friends and your girlfriend the same way. Elise got mad at me last night when I told her she needs "to do a better job using her listening ears."
- Speaking of my job, it's okay; some days up, others down. Working with a for-profit educational center is frustrating when profit is primary and a child's educational experience becomes secondary. Today, twenty-eight, three-year-olds were packed into a twenty-by-forty-foot room. NAYCE -- the National Association for the Education of Young Children -- suggests that, for a child to be comfortable, a daycare center should provide thirty-five-square-feet of space for each child. You can do the math. Today was a down day.
- I may be sued by an insurance company for the receipt of about $2500. We'll see. Anyone know a good lawyer?
- Elise and I spent a drunk Saturday night at Gooski's, getting down with the ass-moving, get-up-on-yo-feet, ten-piece Eastern European-by-way-of-Brookyln brass band Slavic Soul Party. It was the first time I've danced in two/three years; probably the first time since those infamous Ophelia Street parties. It was real fun; in fact, the most fun I've had in awhile.
- For the first time in my life, bills are piling up. Gas, electric, cell phone, rent, tuition. Without my parents help, I'd either be doomed or up to my neck in loans. Thanks mom and dad. I think I need to move in July, though. I love my place, but even the $400 a month -- rent, gas, and electric, plus or minus $20 to $50 -- is becoming too much now that I'm back in school. (Note: Hey New Yorker, just so you know, $400 a month in Pittsburgh is a pretty big chunk of change.)
- The other night this girl in one of my classes -- she's real cute, French-looking ... and married -- politely asked me, "Are you an anarchist?" I couldn't help but feel a little flattered.
- Finally, Elise and I are hopefully going to Punxsutawney for Groundhog's Day. We've got it all planned out except for a place to stay. The day involves Sparks, coffee, polka, whiskey, beer, and a captured groundhog and his infamous shadow (or lack of). I requested the day off, a Friday, but my boss told me I need to give at least thirty days notice to guarantee a day off -- I submitted the request twenty-seven days before Groundhog Day. I better get that day off ...