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I have today off of work for Vet. Day, however, I seem to have left all of my work until today. I'm not always the brightest cookie. I've decided that I don't like working. Big revelation, huh? hehe. Well there are so many more interesting things to do... like watch season one of House, for instance. :-P Sometimes I wonder if I would be happier without this job. I go back and forth on it though. I remember when I was in college I was convinced that I have to be doing something productive to be happy with myself. Now though... I'm not as sure. I think I would find things to do that make me happy. I also think I'd probably do a lot of volunteer work because I do want to help people. I don't want to become a sloth. It's an interesting line of thought, in any event. Especially today, when I really should be working on the things I've put off all weekend. I have tons of papers to grade, writings to score, and plans to make.
Oh, and I don't really like when people smirk when I tell them I'm a teacher. The guy who came to close down the pool in our backyard (which we never figured out how to get started in the first place... we just had to clean up the mess the last guy left of it) smirked. He said, man teachers have it easy. You get all this vacation time off, blah blah blah. I felt like pushing him in the pool. My dear friends... I work 24-7 (yes, even over the summer), and then my boss tells me I'm not doing it right and takes away the only time I have during school to plan so I can listen to someone tell me every week that I'm not doing it right. The days of teachers having time off are over (if there ever really was a time like that). I might not mind it if I actually felt like I was doing a good job and helping these kids. I don't feel like that though. As soon as I get a handle on something, an administrator comes and tells me it's not good enough.
Blah. That's when I start wondering what the point is of working so hard. So this weekend I decided enough was enough (for now) and I spent Sat. and Sun. getting ready and painting my bedroom. It is a lovely color? hehe. I can't decide if I love it or absolutely hate it. I think it will look better whenever I find the time to buy new dark wood furniture. We need a bed 'cause I'm just sleeping on a mattress right now, and I'd like an entertainment center with lots of shelves that can be used as book shelves. I think dark wood will tone down the shock of the walls... they're a kind of dusky rose color (yes, that means pink, and yes, I did discuss it with Travis before I painted) and right now the trim and doors are still white... I need to change that to a dark brown sometime as soon as possible.
But since I took the weekend off, I need to work my ass off today. you'll notice almost half the day is over... I haven't done any work yet. All I've done is take a shower, eat breakfast, email Travis, and take Oscar for a (short) walk. Someone's little pug dog was following us around the neighborhood, so I had to end our walk early to try and get it to go home. The crazy little thing sat whining at my gate when Oscar and I went in. When he started barking, I yelled at him and he cocked his head and sat down... still looking rather imploringly at me. I thought I was going to end up with a second dog, but eventually he left and then I saw someone come home diagonally across the street and pick him up, so I think he found his way home.
Anyway... to work...
Oh, and I don't really like when people smirk when I tell them I'm a teacher. The guy who came to close down the pool in our backyard (which we never figured out how to get started in the first place... we just had to clean up the mess the last guy left of it) smirked. He said, man teachers have it easy. You get all this vacation time off, blah blah blah. I felt like pushing him in the pool. My dear friends... I work 24-7 (yes, even over the summer), and then my boss tells me I'm not doing it right and takes away the only time I have during school to plan so I can listen to someone tell me every week that I'm not doing it right. The days of teachers having time off are over (if there ever really was a time like that). I might not mind it if I actually felt like I was doing a good job and helping these kids. I don't feel like that though. As soon as I get a handle on something, an administrator comes and tells me it's not good enough.
Blah. That's when I start wondering what the point is of working so hard. So this weekend I decided enough was enough (for now) and I spent Sat. and Sun. getting ready and painting my bedroom. It is a lovely color? hehe. I can't decide if I love it or absolutely hate it. I think it will look better whenever I find the time to buy new dark wood furniture. We need a bed 'cause I'm just sleeping on a mattress right now, and I'd like an entertainment center with lots of shelves that can be used as book shelves. I think dark wood will tone down the shock of the walls... they're a kind of dusky rose color (yes, that means pink, and yes, I did discuss it with Travis before I painted) and right now the trim and doors are still white... I need to change that to a dark brown sometime as soon as possible.
But since I took the weekend off, I need to work my ass off today. you'll notice almost half the day is over... I haven't done any work yet. All I've done is take a shower, eat breakfast, email Travis, and take Oscar for a (short) walk. Someone's little pug dog was following us around the neighborhood, so I had to end our walk early to try and get it to go home. The crazy little thing sat whining at my gate when Oscar and I went in. When he started barking, I yelled at him and he cocked his head and sat down... still looking rather imploringly at me. I thought I was going to end up with a second dog, but eventually he left and then I saw someone come home diagonally across the street and pick him up, so I think he found his way home.
Anyway... to work...