Non-Fanfic Entry
(You may all sigh with relief.)
So, anyway, the adventure begins on Thursday when I turn in my application paperwork for the work study program at my school - including a certificate stating that I have taken the online 'Sexual Harassment' course and passed it's very simple test (it makes me wonder what sort of perverts they had working there). I turn all that in and the head of human resources says that I'm on the WRONG TYPE of financial aid to be considered for work study.
Yeah, WTF? I managed to keep my cool in the office and thanked them for their time, then left and ranted about people leaving out valuable information and wasting my time with paperwork and going into a terrible downward spiral of depression. I called my husband and cried to him about it, and he was very comforting and loving about the whole thing.
I resigned myself to looking for outside work - and wondering who the hell could work with my college schedule.
Friday afternoon, I get a call from the secretary of human resources telling me that they have a non-work study related position open in the office of the child care department (my college offers vocational courses on child care in both a daycare and scholastic setting). She couldn't give me details on what is required of the position, but she asked me to come in on Monday and fill out an interview card to get on my way to being interviewed.
Cross the fingers, folks.
Now I have the entire weekend to panic. ^_^
I spent most of yesterday editing the prologue and first three chapters of 'Raven House' to send to the creative writing classmates who have not read my work. I still need to edit chapter four, but that's due by Tuesday. J kept complaining that her 54 page novella was too long; during my editing, I noticed that my chapter two was 54 pages long all by itself! Stephen King and I both suffer from the same malady - diarrhea of the word processor.
I'm thinking about joining the 'Y' at my college, since I'll be spending more time there than on the island, and I still need to work out. Student rates are cheap, so I think I'll definitely do that. I'll be able to go to my circuit gym about twice a week.
Speaking of, I met D - the circuit gym owner - the other day at the store. She hasn't been able to work at the gym because of dizzy spells and such (diagnosed as two different brain diseases), but she keeps tabs on us through her employees. We talked a bit, then she mentioned that she's putting out a challenge to her clients - lose twenty pounds in three months, and we'll get to be in her next circular ad. Doesn't matter how many people, just meet the challenge.
I really do not care to be featured in an ad (yet), but I will accept the challenge to lose twenty pounds in three months. Would it be cheating with me attending the 'Y', too? I need to ask M at the gym on Monday.
Keep it going, keep it moving, keep it positive.
God, that sounds corny. ^_^
So, anyway, the adventure begins on Thursday when I turn in my application paperwork for the work study program at my school - including a certificate stating that I have taken the online 'Sexual Harassment' course and passed it's very simple test (it makes me wonder what sort of perverts they had working there). I turn all that in and the head of human resources says that I'm on the WRONG TYPE of financial aid to be considered for work study.
Yeah, WTF? I managed to keep my cool in the office and thanked them for their time, then left and ranted about people leaving out valuable information and wasting my time with paperwork and going into a terrible downward spiral of depression. I called my husband and cried to him about it, and he was very comforting and loving about the whole thing.
I resigned myself to looking for outside work - and wondering who the hell could work with my college schedule.
Friday afternoon, I get a call from the secretary of human resources telling me that they have a non-work study related position open in the office of the child care department (my college offers vocational courses on child care in both a daycare and scholastic setting). She couldn't give me details on what is required of the position, but she asked me to come in on Monday and fill out an interview card to get on my way to being interviewed.
Cross the fingers, folks.
Now I have the entire weekend to panic. ^_^
I spent most of yesterday editing the prologue and first three chapters of 'Raven House' to send to the creative writing classmates who have not read my work. I still need to edit chapter four, but that's due by Tuesday. J kept complaining that her 54 page novella was too long; during my editing, I noticed that my chapter two was 54 pages long all by itself! Stephen King and I both suffer from the same malady - diarrhea of the word processor.
I'm thinking about joining the 'Y' at my college, since I'll be spending more time there than on the island, and I still need to work out. Student rates are cheap, so I think I'll definitely do that. I'll be able to go to my circuit gym about twice a week.
Speaking of, I met D - the circuit gym owner - the other day at the store. She hasn't been able to work at the gym because of dizzy spells and such (diagnosed as two different brain diseases), but she keeps tabs on us through her employees. We talked a bit, then she mentioned that she's putting out a challenge to her clients - lose twenty pounds in three months, and we'll get to be in her next circular ad. Doesn't matter how many people, just meet the challenge.
I really do not care to be featured in an ad (yet), but I will accept the challenge to lose twenty pounds in three months. Would it be cheating with me attending the 'Y', too? I need to ask M at the gym on Monday.
Keep it going, keep it moving, keep it positive.
God, that sounds corny. ^_^