my exciting week
All sorts of things have been happening lately.
Tonight I had to go to the mall to buy a dress for a wedding. The wedding is tomorrow night after work. (There's nothing like waiting till the last minute!) The wedding is formal, so nothing in my closet would work.
What a pain in the ass!
I am not a girly, girl... I can't seem to remember to put on make-up, I keep loosing my jewelry, my stupid ankle can barely walk around in flats, much less high heels and the only gowns I own are out of style, (by about eight hundred years!)
But weddings happen, so shopping I did go...
I got totally irritated in Macy's. Oh, don't get me wrong, they have some lovely gowns, and they would have looked great on me... ::If I were built like a pencil!!!! :: The moo moo's at Layne Bryant made me want to cry and Sears, well Sears just plain sucked! I finally found something pretty at Torrid. I should have gone there first, but I didn't think they would have anything formal enough. As it is, it bridges on Semi formal, but it's nice and it will have to do! Its black silk with red roses, hemmed into handkerchief points with a solid black bodice that comes up like a halter top and ties behind the neck with a wide black satin ribbon. For over the shoulders I found a black velvet half jacket with three quarter length sleeves and ribbon lacing up the back. The jacket is pretty cute and I will be able to wear it with other stuff... bonus!!
I didn't get out of the mall till closing and by the time I got home I had about a zillion memos on the answering machine from Hublet, wondering why the hell I wasn't home yet and if I were dead in a ditch somewhere. (He's so cute when he worries). He's off, this weekend, on an adventure with Mancub. They are on the road to 100 Minutes War. I couldn't go with them of course.
A) Stupid job and
B) Stupid wedding...
On Monday, I went to see my advisor for school. Basically, she told me I was all wrong and scratched out all the classes I had picked. I finally made her see reason and got to keep basic Spanish, but I lost the battle on sign language and learning and development. She did, however, add composition, (which I think will be fun), and said I couldn't do more then six credits, since I worked full time, so those two classes are all I can take... (Ack, it’s going to be FOREVER before I can graduate!) Advisor chick also said she wants me to come back to see her in February so we can discuss future plans and that I should plan on visiting her "at least" twice a year. I told this to Mancub, who thought it all quite humorous. When asked why I never heard much about him visiting his advisor, he laughed even more and said that the advisors were only there for people who liked to be told what to do... Hmmmm...
On Tuesday I graduated from Tutoring class and was given my first student. I was hoping for a beginner ESOL student (English for Speakers of Other Languages), because I thought I might be better with a beginner, but our Director felt that I would be well matched with an intermediate. We had our first session on Thursday and again today. I think it went pretty well. Those who have read my writing may find it amusing however that part of our focus will be on grammar. Heh, ah well, at least it isn't spelling.
My student is 35 years old and from El Salvador. He speaks really well, but needs work on his writing skills. He is married with four children, two of his own and two from his wife's first marriage. He has lived here for 22 years and wants to work on getting his Citizenship and a better job so he can buy a house. He's pretty cool, probably smarter then I am, and wicked motivated. I have my hands full!
Since meeting him, I've done a bit of research on Citizenship. It's pretty neat! The first part is a test which is mostly civics. The second part is "The dreaded interview"... which seems to terrify most ESOL students.
To help my student get ready for the civics test, I made up a timeline of events and am having him begin with Christopher Columbus. I know we are not allowed to use materials aimed at kids, (it's a Lit Center policy), buy all I could hear in my head, as we were going over the material, was the Christopher Columbus, "It's a new country" song in School House Rock. Maybe after I get to know him a bit better, I can sneak in some contraband cartoons. "Conjunction junction, what's your function... heh, heh…
In Zombie City, Supervisor came to visit briefly. Just recently she put me on the CQE task force, or (Customer Quality Experience). This means extra conference calls and more projects due for team meetings. Blop! Then today, she tells me she wants me involved in another team that is heading up some changes in procedures. I am being sent to Plymouth for training… uck… When I reminded her that I still do the archiving for all of our division, she said, “yes I know and your so good at it, I know you will be good at this too”. Then she said, “I know I am taking you out of your comfort zone, but I think it will be really good for you to network. You’ll get to meet all sorts of new people and make new friends”. “I don’t want new friends… you’re my only friend…” I told her. She gave me the look that said, your full of shit and your getting on my last nerve, and finished it out by saying, “ya, ok, your still going. You’ll be getting the class invite in your email next Tuesday. Make sure that you respond by hitting the “accept” button…” Waaaaaa…
And rounding out my exciting week was the septic system blowing up and making our bedroom smell like an old man eating limburger cheese. Consequently we moved all our bedding and most of our clothes into the living room and are currently camping out there till the repairs are finished. The plumber has already fixed the pipe, but the wall in the bathroom needs to be torn out and rebuilt. Hublet reminds me that this is all good because we will get a newly painted bathroom out of it, covered by the home owners insurance. That’s nice and all, but the idea of sewage lurking behind the bathroom wall, still seems pretty… shitty… to me… har har har…