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The $4 guy
I’m standing in the long express line at Trader Joe’s. It has slowly snaked around the perimeter of the store. Throughout this time, the woman behind me has been catching up with a friend on her cellphone.
Family Handyman rejects
My dad used to like to tease my mom about how the more educated she became, the less she actually knew how to do. I viewed this as an overt display of insecurity that he was married to a woman with both nice boobs and a Master’s degree, when he merely finished high school, followed by a few college courses. And he doesn’t have nice boobs, either.
Make it tech for me
I went on another job interview today at a really big firm. The human resources person interviewing me asked if I would consider working with the technology or digital communications industry clients. I said yes, and imagined the shock in Cade’s eyes if I got a marketing job dealing with technology.
What I got for my birthday
Yesterday, my Advisory students threw me a surprise birthday party. The students served everything - cupcakes, a million different types of chips, and fruit punch. When we were eating, the students started singing “Happy Birthday,” which burst into a rousing, gospel version, complete with rocking back and forth, clapping, and a choral round. It was so loud, students from the hallway peeked in and started raising the roof. It was one of the most rewarding moments of my short teaching career.
The cusp
This week is one on the cusp. My dad’s visit ended yesterday morning when I headed to work and he packed his bags for a long journey back home. I should feel rejuvenated, because I really didn’t exert myself much in the last few days. I went to bed earlier, ate more often, and got some sunshine on my shoulders with someone who knows that’s a John Denver song. Still, I’m tired. I feel okay when I’m at my apartment, but sneeze and cough at my workplace. All the kids are mucus-filled receptacles, constantly opening doors with germy hands and more. The streets are riddled with trash and miasmas of potent stank. Work makes me feel sick, because I’m acutely aware of all the invisible muck, not to mention the whole psychosomatic thing. Home makes me feel sleepy. I blame it on how much I cleaned the place in preparation for my dad’s visit.
Nightmare hairline
There’s nothing that ruins your self-esteem like being a hair model. Today I took a personal day which personally, I don’t think I take enough of. My day consisted of appointment hopping and a half hour trolling of a drugstore beauty aisle, looking for a fix. This was after I had my hair razored and spritzed to the point that it felt like Davey Crocket’s coonskin hat. Despite the wind outside, it wouldn’t, nay couldn’t, move.
The color of winter
*Cade took these last weekend. I love how they look like colorized black and white photos.
