Cheers and Jeers

Cheers: NOT getting a job I applied for. I know this sounds weird so let me explain. I originally thought when I moved that it would be a good idea to get a part-time job at a coffee house or something. A few weeks ago, a position opened up at Jolts and Juice, the coffee house where I hang out after church on Sundays because of the atmosphere and also because it’s got free Internet. I applied and last week went in for an interview. It went really well but at the same time, once I left the interview, I started to get apprehensive. They were looking for someone to work 35 hours a week which is a lot for someone who is just looking for a part-time job. They also were pretty serious about having someone work during the summer. That would mean that I wouldn’t get to come home to possibly do Sonrise Island, Arts X-press, go to England for Katie’s wedding, etc. I wasn’t too keen on that either. I eventually I called them back and told them about the summer issue as well as the fact that I was looking for less hours. The manager said she’s talk to the owner and call me back. The next two days I was definitely nervous- I honestly didn’t want the job anymore because it would keep me from getting sub jobs and staying in the education field. I finally got the call on Sunday night saying that they were really looking for someone who could be more committed and they'd be looking for something else. I was incredibly relieved.

Cheers: Not only does it look like I’ll be back as the study skills teacher next year but because one of the Education professors is going on sabbatical, it looks like I will be teaching the Introduction to Teaching class in both the fall and the spring! I may have up to 15 credits in the fall semester and maybe another study skills class in the spring as well (I’m already talking to Mark right now about a study skills class this spring). So that’s a major, major cheer!

Jeer: I go swimming in the school pool three days a week and I love it. Usually I listen to the Reduced Shakespeare Company but recently I’ve been reliving the World Cup by listening to Baddiel and Skinner’s 2010 World Cup podcast. This morning, I worked out first and then headed over to the pool. After my swim, I went to go take a shower. Clearly, my razor was way too old because as I was shaving, I took a chunk off of both of my ankles (both, you say? Yes, because I am the example of stupidity and thought that it wouldn’t happen the second time). When I say chunks, by the way, I mean chunks. There was skin in the razor blade. It was disgusting. If you’re squeamish, you probably should have already stopped reading. I’m literally bleeding all over the locker room shower. Thanks goodness I was the only one in there and I could wash all the blood down the drain. However, I had no first aid kit with me. How did I end up staunching the bleeding? I used toilet paper on my left ankle and ended up taking a pad that was in my swim bag and using that to wrap about my right ankle. Pads are supposed to soak up blood, right? This was just a different type of blood. I hobbled back to the office wearing my boots- clearly I picked the wrong footwear for the day- and got the nurse to patch me up. I now have two huge bandages/bandaids on each of my ankles. The whole situation would be kind of funny if my ankles didn’t hurt so much! I don’t know what to jeer right now but the overall situation is definitely a jeer.

Cheer: I was eating carrots and I found a yellow one. Weird :)
Jeer: I did something to my wrist- so the nurse saw me a second time (well, actually it was the first time- the ankle situation as the second time) in a week and wrapped me up nice. Add to that some ibuprofen and I was better in a few days. I told my students that I punched somebody out. A few believed me. Dear sweet morons.