surranndie

So, despite what seemed to be progress with the ear thing the other day, my ears *still* hadn't cleared up. Since it's been about a week, I gave up and saw a doctor.

( Cut for whining about drugs )

On the positive side - I've managed 9 drabbles so far for the current tinman100 challenge. I'm pleased. Plus this week is an easier work week, since both Monday and Tuesday are minimum days for my afternoon schools - means I get done early yay!! Wednesday: I *should* be done (as of last week) with subbing at the afternoon school I've been at the last 7 weeks, so hopefully I'll be done by 10am this Wednesday and can come home between that and the evening rehearsal for honor orchestra. By the end of the week, when I've got "normal" full days, my daily drugging should be at a minimum. The timing has just worked out that way.

Okay, so here's this. I really hope this is all I am going to say about this, since I prefer to keep this journal about fandom stuff and general happy-making things. It's not a diary - it's an indulgence.

Re: Prop 8.
To: Flist

Um. Yeah. I've seen several people screaming about how much California sucks and how much they hate "us" for passing this atrocity.

YOU ARE PREACHING TO THE CHOIR AND ALL THAT ACCOMPLISHES IS MAKING ME FEEL EVEN WORSE.

If you're on Livejournal and I am on your flist, that means you are gay-friendly. So screaming at your flist, who I have to assume is ALSO mostly gay-friendly, about how much they suck for something they were most likely not responsible for, seems childish and catty.

So - yeah. Thanks for making my "No" vote feel even more pointless. It's bad enough we live in a state that passes something like that and in Red Orange County, but let me at least be able to look at my flist as something to amuse me and not something to fear.

I should be doing something productive. Like laundry. Or sewing the parts of Glitch's coat together then destroying the crap out of it to make it look "lived-in." Or making Glitch's vest. Or his wig. (I'm sensing a theme here...) Or working on some kind of fic.

Argh.

Small victories in productivity, as they happen:
ETA: Laundry started. Hoorah.
Son of ETA: Cat box cleaned. \o/

....continue.

Seems having two B.S. degrees (ha!) and an M.A. (plus a certificate to teach at comm/junior college level), along with three years experience so far in elementary education...qualify me for exactly squat. Let's not go into the vast expanse of my *other* job experience beyond that...it's a lot for a meager ten or so years since high school.

Needless to say, working 2 part-time jobs isn't doing anything for my long-term mental health (or physical, as I've never had health insurance), nor financial security. I need a real job, and I need one now. I should be teaching community college or junior college right now. What am I doing? Teaching after school science and working as an instructional aide for elementary music. *sigh*

But, I refuse to settle. I've applied for two children's science museum jobs today, hopefully something in my children's science education experience will hit someone upside the head and inspire them to offer me an interview.

Thanks for listening to my rant.
--Surreal