Life Update/Meme Thing
I am drinking coffee right now. And my parents surprised me by taking the family out to eat where I proceeded to forget my ID and the mother bought beer in my stead and my goodness I hadn't expected that mug to be quite so large or my tolerance to have dropped so much that I was tipsy 1/4 of the way through a single beer.
But back to the coffee. I got a job. Like a real, job-job. And much drama and chaos ensued.
So I'm teaching. Technically, it's a temp-long term sub job at State Hospital. They're interviewing for teachers as we speak, but I need two more exams until I get my NYS certificate, so now I only currently have a BS degree (Bachelor of Science, I mean, although I do admit it is fun to say BS degree, but it would probably be a better idea to write it out in full on the resume) in Art Ed.
Of course, they couldn't put me on the payroll, because they ran a check and couldn't come up with the degree I claimed to have. So I check on the college site and it's pending. A couple phonecalls later, it's because even though I finished up in October, they're still not finished processing them all. Then a day later it's because I had an incomplete on Spring 07... of course, I knew that and that was why I went back for Fall 07, so I had to make more phone calls with the Ed department to make sure they were filling out the proper paperwork and that I was not in fact fraudulently showing up to a job without the proper credentials and would never see a paycheck for the eight hour days of a mind-numbing week long orientation.
So I think what this all means is that I'll probably see my first paycheck in... four months?
Being a state job, they abbreviate everything. There's something they have called an "Individualized Crisis Prevention Plan" which is shortened to "ICPP." I laughed. I can't be the only one. Being a state job, there is also a ridiculous amount of paperwork. Being a state hospital, I'm surrounded by RNs, LPNs and Therapy Assistants and being the only teacher, I keep wanting to sing, "One of these things is not like the other..." but it's been interesting, because they have to cover stuff for all the nurses in orientation as well, so I've got all these lists for medical abbreviations that I'll never realistically use but will probably stash away as a reference for other things.
First day I got a tour, one of the boys threw a chair at a nurse. Strangely enough, it seems cozy so far, but I guess we'll see.
For meme stuff, I've been horribly distracted, but at the same time you folks have requested tricky stuffs. I haven't forgotten, but I'm looking up youtube videos of Jade Empire and going through different Marvel Universes as well as doodle war and other collaborative stuff. So! Brain all over the place. Fun for me, but slowed me down a bit.
Anyway, Fem Shepard and Garrus from Mass Effect. Wrex sort of butted his way into the mess. Shepard's easy to write since she's sort of a pig and so little thought's involved. I'm not sure about the implications of that.
“Heads up, Vakarian!” Shepard bit the pin out of a grenade and hefted it at the colonists before she threw her body back behind a crate.
A mind-controlling plant. Now that was rich.
The grenade exploded in a loud burst that was followed by the dull thud-thud of two bodies hitting the ground. She could have sworn there were three-where the hell was Wrex?
Garrus was crouched behind a crumbling hunk of wall, his shotgun perched and ready. Shotguns and zombies. Shepard smirked; she could get down with that kind of pragmatism.
A high-pitched shriek prompted Garrus to unload his last round before he flattened his back up against the wall. The turian’s eyes were a little rounder than usual as he screamed over Shepard’s pistol fire.
“I thought it was a creeper! It was really Hollis Blake!”
“Ten points?” Shepard shrugged as she groped for another grenade. Only two left; this was one rescue mission that was going to get very interesting very fast. “Creepers bleed green, humans red. You know the rules, Vakarian.”
“We have to get in close, Commander,” Garrus called out from his position. “Or we’re going to have a lot more Hollis Blakes.”
The immediate response was a spray of fire from an assault rifle followed by a bellowing laugh. “I just gave my condolences to Blake’s widow,” Wrex announced.
“No intentionally tagging the colonists, damn it!” Shepard whipped her pistol out instinctively and fired at the body that bolted around Garrus’ wall, before realizing that it was not in fact a creeper, but Macha Doyle. “Son of a bitch!”
“Nice shot,” Wrex commented.
“Wrex-“
“Commander.” Sometime during the three seconds it took for Wrex to reduce Shepard to a blinding rage, Garrus had made it over to her crate. “I’m going to try to get in close. Can you spare any of the gas grenades?”
“Yeah.” She pressed a grenade into the armor plate on his chest. “I’ll circle around with Mr. Trigger-Happy and cover you.”
The corner of Garrus’ mouth curled up. “I appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” Shepard replied. “Be careful, but don’t hesitate to pop a few colonists if you’re getting overwhelmed.”
“Thanks, but it sounds like a potential diplomatic incident to slaughter sixteen for one,” he said wryly.
She snorted. “I like you better than them. You know how to aim worth a damn.”
Garrus nodded. “I’ll be careful, Commander.”
“See you on the other side,” she said. “Let’s move out, Wrex.”
But back to the coffee. I got a job. Like a real, job-job. And much drama and chaos ensued.
So I'm teaching. Technically, it's a temp-long term sub job at State Hospital. They're interviewing for teachers as we speak, but I need two more exams until I get my NYS certificate, so now I only currently have a BS degree (Bachelor of Science, I mean, although I do admit it is fun to say BS degree, but it would probably be a better idea to write it out in full on the resume) in Art Ed.
Of course, they couldn't put me on the payroll, because they ran a check and couldn't come up with the degree I claimed to have. So I check on the college site and it's pending. A couple phonecalls later, it's because even though I finished up in October, they're still not finished processing them all. Then a day later it's because I had an incomplete on Spring 07... of course, I knew that and that was why I went back for Fall 07, so I had to make more phone calls with the Ed department to make sure they were filling out the proper paperwork and that I was not in fact fraudulently showing up to a job without the proper credentials and would never see a paycheck for the eight hour days of a mind-numbing week long orientation.
So I think what this all means is that I'll probably see my first paycheck in... four months?
Being a state job, they abbreviate everything. There's something they have called an "Individualized Crisis Prevention Plan" which is shortened to "ICPP." I laughed. I can't be the only one. Being a state job, there is also a ridiculous amount of paperwork. Being a state hospital, I'm surrounded by RNs, LPNs and Therapy Assistants and being the only teacher, I keep wanting to sing, "One of these things is not like the other..." but it's been interesting, because they have to cover stuff for all the nurses in orientation as well, so I've got all these lists for medical abbreviations that I'll never realistically use but will probably stash away as a reference for other things.
First day I got a tour, one of the boys threw a chair at a nurse. Strangely enough, it seems cozy so far, but I guess we'll see.
For meme stuff, I've been horribly distracted, but at the same time you folks have requested tricky stuffs. I haven't forgotten, but I'm looking up youtube videos of Jade Empire and going through different Marvel Universes as well as doodle war and other collaborative stuff. So! Brain all over the place. Fun for me, but slowed me down a bit.
Anyway, Fem Shepard and Garrus from Mass Effect. Wrex sort of butted his way into the mess. Shepard's easy to write since she's sort of a pig and so little thought's involved. I'm not sure about the implications of that.
“Heads up, Vakarian!” Shepard bit the pin out of a grenade and hefted it at the colonists before she threw her body back behind a crate.
A mind-controlling plant. Now that was rich.
The grenade exploded in a loud burst that was followed by the dull thud-thud of two bodies hitting the ground. She could have sworn there were three-where the hell was Wrex?
Garrus was crouched behind a crumbling hunk of wall, his shotgun perched and ready. Shotguns and zombies. Shepard smirked; she could get down with that kind of pragmatism.
A high-pitched shriek prompted Garrus to unload his last round before he flattened his back up against the wall. The turian’s eyes were a little rounder than usual as he screamed over Shepard’s pistol fire.
“I thought it was a creeper! It was really Hollis Blake!”
“Ten points?” Shepard shrugged as she groped for another grenade. Only two left; this was one rescue mission that was going to get very interesting very fast. “Creepers bleed green, humans red. You know the rules, Vakarian.”
“We have to get in close, Commander,” Garrus called out from his position. “Or we’re going to have a lot more Hollis Blakes.”
The immediate response was a spray of fire from an assault rifle followed by a bellowing laugh. “I just gave my condolences to Blake’s widow,” Wrex announced.
“No intentionally tagging the colonists, damn it!” Shepard whipped her pistol out instinctively and fired at the body that bolted around Garrus’ wall, before realizing that it was not in fact a creeper, but Macha Doyle. “Son of a bitch!”
“Nice shot,” Wrex commented.
“Wrex-“
“Commander.” Sometime during the three seconds it took for Wrex to reduce Shepard to a blinding rage, Garrus had made it over to her crate. “I’m going to try to get in close. Can you spare any of the gas grenades?”
“Yeah.” She pressed a grenade into the armor plate on his chest. “I’ll circle around with Mr. Trigger-Happy and cover you.”
The corner of Garrus’ mouth curled up. “I appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” Shepard replied. “Be careful, but don’t hesitate to pop a few colonists if you’re getting overwhelmed.”
“Thanks, but it sounds like a potential diplomatic incident to slaughter sixteen for one,” he said wryly.
She snorted. “I like you better than them. You know how to aim worth a damn.”
Garrus nodded. “I’ll be careful, Commander.”
“See you on the other side,” she said. “Let’s move out, Wrex.”