Vicodin Rambling. Ignore.
Went in to pick up my last check today and got stiffed about three hours. They made me sign paperwork before handing it to me, or I'd have complained, but at this rate fuckers can have the cash if I never have to deal with them again. Them being from the Walmart company, I cannot say I was surprised. Annoyed, yes. But not totally stunned either.
They also wrote on my review form that I gave them only two days notice. Uh. No. I gave them five nights and four days. Which isn't great but I'd been advised by my doctor to quit and had teaching to get ready for so...it's a thing that happened. Am I annoyed? Hell yes, but, all in all, I learned quite a bit this summer that might be the basis of a blog or two if...should I get a blog?
The semester starts on Tuesday at New College. 4 Year College, let's call it. Local Community College paid me well enough and some of the students were nice, but overall, it was a pain for adjuncts to get anything accomplished or discussed at all and we had to cater to students no matter what. At 4 Year College, they told us at orientation night to not worry about treating the students like customers. Dean said we were there to teach and they were there to learn, not purchase a degree. I think Special Snowflake Scenarios are a thing of the past now. I also have a lot LONGER semester with these kids aka, more class time, so we'll be able to DO so much more.
All in all, I'm glad Community College unexpectedly dropped me. Gave me the opportunity to pick up a third class at 4 Year College, which is beautiful and very traditional, and the kind of place I would have chosen to go had I known it existed. Seriously, it looks like my alma mater in miniature, we have an actual live mascot and the town I'm moving to (first apartment I'd had the guy holding had a LOT of skeevy security and neighbor issues and looked like Fantine's garrett so I'm trying again with a slightly higher budget) is quiet and pretty and has a large population of Mexican Americans and newer immigrants, which means there are a LOT of Mexican groceries where I can pick up my favorite food supplies for pretty cheap prices. It also isn't too bad walking wise, though I won't be doing that for another six weeks or so, but it's nice to know I can save on gas when my ankle's better.
Speaking of the ankle, the doctor found me liquid vicodin which actually works in smaller amounts and has me taking the small amounts more often. We found out a couple weeks ago I have the drug metabolizing abilities of Captain Fucking America (but why not the body, I ask you, why?) and don't actually absorb anything unless it's liquid, and I'm actually not a pain pill addict after all because half doses are working out well for me except after around eleven at night. Today, I bought some glitter stickers for the plastic parts of the boot since we couldn't find fabric appliques and I wasn't trucking out to Michaels for such a dumb thing. They're little pink tiaras, which should be fun when school starts up.
I've also taken to wearing broomstick skirts because putting pants on with the ankle so unstable is just...not really happening. I'm off the crutches and using my cane, which was a executive decision on my end due to deciding I was more likely to kill myself on the crutches with my motor skill "abilities" than with leaning on the cane I'm used to. I'm surprised that I actually love skirts as much as I love my faire gowns. I mean I never MINDED skirts, but I didn't get how they were comfortable before. They were more...something that made me feel pretty that I sometimes wore to work or parties. Now though? I think I'm going to live in them until winter. Dresses though? I still hate dresses the way any good tomboy princess Mary Sue does. They're just weird for me to move in and feel funny, and I don't like things that don't have waistbands. So skirts were a pleasant surprise. ...And let's face it, I was gonna end up wearing hippie boho pagan earth mother skirts someday or other.
Other news... Loki has come to work with me, or rather, I finally let him in. He'd been stalking me since February when I got the urge to go ahead and read some Norse legends, and I'm slowly learning that it doesn't have to be about chaos, that he's not the evil cartoonish figure, but a very powerful agent of change, creative force, and movement, all of which are things I need to have in my life right now. I'm still in rewrites for Locksley, which has gone a lot slower than I'd like, but I'm confident I know what I'm doing there and need to apply myself to it soon. Maybe this year can be the year I finish something, or sell it or anything else. But it isn't gonna happen unless I MAKE it happen.
Honestly, what I really WANT to do? A Green Arrow novelization, so if DC ever goes that way, I'd better have the Robin Hood shit to my name and make it work shortly lol. It's a pipe dream at best, but that's the writing that I'd like to do. Careerwise? Well, I'm always going to write and to be a writer but... I don't want writing as my JOB. The only job that's ever REALLY made me happy? Teaching, I'm surprised to say. Someday I do want to write a composition text and sometimes think about an MA in teaching college writing but I'm not sure it'd get me further than where I am right now. Maybe it's a good thing the PhD program I wanted two years ago didn't come through. Look at all I've learned from myself since.