Tuesday, May 31, 2005

From One Extreme to Another

Right now I am at the beginning of an eight week vacation. I have lists of summer to-dos. The house is dirty. Dust bunnies run rampant on the tile, multiplying as quickly as all bunnies do.

I have completed the worst teaching year yet (even worse than the first year). I have gone from beyond busy to obligation-free. I have nowhere to be, no alarm clock to wake me up, no meetings to attend, no classes to teach. It feels good, damn good.

You're wondering what the problem is. With me, as you well know, some negative must exist within this disguised bliss. So true. The negative is now I am lazy. I feel like doing nothing. I did do the dishes, but I have yet to clean the bathroom, vacuum the floor, tidy up the kitchen countertops, etc. The bad part of this is that 1) I feel guilty for the laziness (thank you, Mom), 2) This is a pattern I know too well that leads me into a mode minus motivation (love that alliteration).

I guess I could get off my ass and go do something. Instead, I plan on finishing this post, wasting a few more minutes online then going to watch Days of Our Lives. Yes, it's awful. I know that. Regardless, I am going to watch it. I might as well feed the guilt with a guilty pleasure.

I suppose I will milk this laziness until I absolutely can't stand myself anymore. Then I will go on a cleaning spree and start tackling items on that list of mine. Until then, I recommend you all get a beverage, hit the couch and flip on the tv. Join me. We'll have good times.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Don't Speak Ill of the Ill

For over two weeks I have been battling the ridiculous, unfortunate crud that keeps moving through my body - from headaches to body aches to sore throat to constant cough, I have dealt with it and had enough. That's what I get for working in a germ-infested environment. Dang kids.

Much has happened since my last post. Too much to cover here, so I will talk about the largest tidbit.

I am a stalker.

Yep, you heard it here first. Apparently I have followed some guy around outside of our workplace just to watch him do whatever he was doing (shop, play basketball, what have you). Quite funny considering I actually like to steer clear of this person and really don't have the time to post online, nevermind drive around town following a gross man.

I decided to follow up on this as I don't like being accused of such things. I have a reputation to uphold, after all. Turns out I am not the only stalker. He has others. He might even have voices in his head who tell him who the stalkers are. Seems he is a bit unstable. Now I have no worries of false accusations because the people in charge don't take his comments seriously. Ok. That's good, I guess. Now I will just go about my business and hope he fixates on someone else.

Thank goodness for summer. It can't come soon enough.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Postal Problems

I grew up in a small town - a place where everyone had their own mailboxes on their porches or in front of their homes. Here the planned communities share rows of mailboxes a block away. Kind of a pain in the ass. Really a pain in the ass when the postal carrier puts the wrong mail in the wrong box. Usually I get a piece of mail every now and then that does not belong to me. It belongs two houses down or a street up.

Today none of my mail was mine when I opened the box. I took it all to the guys across the street and expected they'd have my mail. They didn't. Now I wonder where my mail is. Were there three credit card applications in there like normal? Did someone get one and will they send it in? What else of importance could have been in there delivered to who knows what person? I am paranoid, I know, but this state is the highest in the nation for identity theft. Maybe it's due to incompetent postal workers. Hell, I don't know.

Hey, it's Teacher Appreciation Day. Appreciate me.