I don't get it Part 1

Things I don't get:

Frat boy in my 100 level history class. (it's slowly sucking the life out of me. And after the way this summer has gone - there is very little left to suck) He complained loudly that he didn't do well on the first test. Then admitted "he didn't study but maybe an hour"

The customer service rep at my job who without fail has bugged me for a raise the last three times I've seen her. I think she's hoping that she'll wear me down and eventually I'll give in. To that I say - Show us some reasons as to why you should get a raise. Hint #1 - telling us "just because" and then coming in late every day and making a slew of personal calls isn't working for you.

My teenage girl cousins. Need I say more? My 92 year old grandma said it best "you have to practically drag it out of them" when referring to their conversation skills.

My history professor admitting that his lectures are boring. Why admit that? Better yet - do something different so that they're not boring. We know you're tenured. But quit bidding your time till retirement.

Why I can't keep African Violets alive.

mental health miscellany

Years ago I worked for a mental health agency. The work was crappy but the benefits were amazing. Oh what I would give to have those benefits again. Towards the end ( I had worked there for almost 3 years) I was accumulating almost 3 days per month to use for vacation/sick time. The best (along with the health coverage that was completely employer paid) was Of those days accrued I could take 5 off per year for "mental health days". Didn't feel like coming in? Wanted to go to the coast for a day? Hated your coworkers and the thought of spending one more day with them would drive you insane? All you had to do was call in and say "I'm taking a mental health day" They never questioned it. It was heaven. And did wonders for every one's sanity.

Today I took a mental health day. Thankfully it's one of my days out of the office so I didn't have to call in to explain. As much as I get along with my bosses, they would have frowned on my "I just can't take it anymore and need some time away" excuse. But I didn't work from home, I skipped class and I ate potato chips at 9 AM. (later on I attended a class at the gym to counter act those fat grams and extra calories)

Speaking of eating chips (hello Weight*Watchers!) I've scheduled Fridays for my weigh-in days and without fail I end up doing something on Thursday to sabotage it. Last week it was pizza and wine with a friend up the street. And by my acts - I hadn't eaten pizza in 20 years. Two servings of pizza and cheesy bread sticks and I fell into some sort of food coma. Delicious.

School sucks! (can you tell I'm taking a class with freshmen?) Someone forgot/neglected to take a history class her freshman year (actually I did but it was at a "quarter system" university and this semester school uni won't accept just one class) So everyday for the past week and a half I've sat in a classroom of 9 other kids and listened to a professor drone on about colonial history for 2 full hours. It has been miserable. 11 more days.

Pizza and bread stick friend (see above) has recently split with her boyfriend of 2 years. She's having a rough go of it. She's also a teacher and has the summers off. But b/c of her depression, she hardly leaves the house. It's sad to watch but other than be there for her (and who am I to say no to her offers of "glass of wine?") I'm not sure what I can do.

I live in a relatively nice area of town but on my way over to her house (1 measly block) I was stopped by some creep who still lives with his mother. or grandmother. or elderly aunt. Who knows? But he ran into the sidewalk, blocked my way around him, and grabbed my hand. Insisting that I tell him that his shirt is cool, nicer than mine, and to "have a great day". It was strange and a little frightening. For so long I've insisted that my neighborhood is safe.

My dad left today for a motorcycle road trip. Who says 68 year olds are old? I'm always worried when he goes on these trips. There's no doubt I inherited my grandmother's ability to worry about everything!

The boyfriend and I walked downtown last night for margaritas. Other than the creepiness of neighborhood guy (see above) I love the fact that my house is close enough to walking distance to our downtown. Boy am I gonna miss that when I move after graduation.

Firsts

This past week:

Two firsts:

1) I received my first weight loss comment from a coworker. "have you lost weight? You look good". It was nice till she starting drilling me on how the point system works and asking me "how many points was my dinner? I had X, Y and Z" Then requested (demanded) I copy everything WW related so she can read it over and do it too.

Uhm yeah I'll get right to it. In the meantime I hear the Internet is a great source of info...

2) I held a brand new, just hours old, baby on Friday. He's adorably sweet, tiny and makes the cutest grunting sounds. The mom has also given birth to two other boys (ages 4 and 2) but you would never know it. She looks stunningly beautiful! The kind of girl you could instantly hate if she wasn't so darn sweet.

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Next weekend is my grandmother's 92 birthday! The family is all gathering at her retirement home to celebrate. I talked to her a few nights ago - she's pretty excited to see us. As are we to see her!

when Nick talks, no one listens but everyone rolls their eyes

For the past year and a half I've been lucky in that I haven't had to directly experience the cocky, self-centered college boy who thinks he knows everything.

Eventually the luck has to run out doesn't it?

It did. And his name was Nick

Nick gets all the chicks. Matter of fact they come to him.
He likes older woman because they're freaky in bed.
Single moms are good too; he knows they'll always put out.
Fake boobs are awesome. He's dated rich girls with fake boobs.
Did you know he gets chicks?
He's cool. He has a job in marketing. He's off to make phone calls for his job. Sorry he had to leave the class - work calls!
But he's interviewing. He had an interview. And another. And a different one.
It was the interviewer's fault he didn't get the job. Not his. Certainly not. Dude - it was the bitch's fault.
It's cool he got stuck in the group with the older people b/c girls often times think he's older.
His brother beats him up on the nights he stays away from the bar. He's so cool his brother just doesn't understand why he's not out to get chicks at the bar.
He's a chick magnet. They dig him. Hot chicks, but not those c#$nts from design. No he hates them.