harmonies for the haunted
Erin puts into words everything I was feeling in grad school. This reminds me why I don't want to be in school again. I can barely sit through 90 minute division meetings at work.
Speaking of, I'm going to talk about work. So prepare to be bored. I hate that I am letting work get to me in the evening. I am super busy, things keep coming up, and I feel like I am not at all relaxed, that I am running around putting out one fire after another. I leave at the end of the day after struggling just to get everything back to neutral. There are so many extra things I want to do and so many programs I want to implement, but I feel I don't have the time. Managing 21 employees is no easy task, and I think next year there is the possibility that I will be acquring more staff. My stomach churns thinking about it. So at night I can barely relax becaue I am running through my to-do list for the next day. Doesn't help that my ass can't get up and into work before 9:30am.
Bitch, bitch moan moan. My life is sooooooooo haaaaaaaaaard. In perspective, the semester is almost over. Spring semester is usually easier, I enjoy Spring semester staff training, it could be worse- like organizing an Election Protection trip.
Thanks to all who asked about how my parents are doing in the aftermath of the hurricane. My mom is all, "whaaaaahhhh, our screened in veranda blew away" meanwhile some elderly lost their homes. They just got their power back, but no cable or internet. Dear god, how will they survive? For them, that is the apocolypse. I imagine them lighting a bonfire in the middle of the living room and wearing animal skins. I suggested to my Dad that he read Haunted if he is bored. That should clue him on on how seriously twisted his daughter is.
I'm just about finishing the fourth season of Six Feet Under. I have truly become deeply invested in the characters of the show, considering I watched all 50 or so episodes in the span of a few weeks. I just can't quite understand the appeal of Brenda- she is a self-absorbed, self-pitying narcissist (projecting much?). I am trying to like Claire but why do the ups and downs of her life have to revolve around who she is sleeping with? She would be so fucking annoying to have as a friend. Thank god Billy is back. After Joe was kicked to the curb, I need some eye candy. And I am sick of Ruth and her "I'm so pretty and quirky, love me" attitude as well as her temper tantrums. Thanks god for scene selection features on dvds.
Who doesn't have a blog these days? Now Tim does too. I's like to point out that I was the one who thought of the web address for it. Tim is the shit. I knew him way back from my days at Pratt, he was an RA (although he probably denies that now). He was the one who I sublet from summer of 04 when I lived in Brooklyn before I moved to CT. My favorite memories of Tim are when John and I would make inappropriate comments about him while he was there and completely alienate him. Hey, who DON'T I do that to?
Has anyone read The Secret History?
