but it helps pay the bills, so i'm torn, you know?
i got a job two weeks ago, which directly correlates to not doing anything fun since january 30th. i thought having a job would enable me to do more fun things since i would have money to pay for them, but with a job comes a sense of responsibility, so now i pay my bills instead of pretending that fairies are paying them for me while i sleep. and after a long day of work with 30 ten-year-olds all i want to do is come home and re-live the best part of unemployment: living in pajamas.
it's good to be back with kids, though, and it's at a school comprised mostly of latinos and african refugees, so it comes with a lot of new challenges, but also interesting perspectives. and tons of tamales. i am pro-tamales, so it's definitely the school for me. plus also, there are two boys in my class called jesus. and, OF COURSE, out loud i call them "hay-sooce" but sometimes in my head i call them "jesus" because it is just so funny to think things like, "jesus seems to need some extra help with division." or "i wonder why jesus is wearing jeans under his uniform pants."
in other news, i spent the last 2 weekends very ill (and apparently quite loopy, because i found myself watching an entire season of "america's next top model" between vomiting spells.) and i went to a fondue party. and got hit in the face playing dodgeball with some guys who take dodgeball way too seriously. and most importantly, i finally (FINALLY) ended the most unhealthy "friendship" of my life. i am recovering nicely from all of it, except the model show. i mean, you can't just un-see that.
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congrats on the job, the surviving dodgeball, the jesus boys, and ending unhealthy friendships.
i say congrats on not being sick any more. yuck!
and....i don't think it matters what age the people are that you spend all day with...i spend 9 hrs a day babysitting (i mean working with) a bunch of people ranging in age from 24-72 and all i want to do when i get home is get in my pajamas and veg. even if it is to watch the model show. at least they have their own babysitters and don't need me to do everything for them.
I remember your students, sc00by77! You are indeed a babysitter for adults. Sweetpagene- have you considered writing My Name is Braden again? And look, I know the pj thing is greatness and all but seriously- there is so much more to life! Just think about all of the tamales you would be missing out on not to mention all of the Jesus'! This job is a good thing and it's not sucking your will to live, it's giving you purpose! Now, go shape those little minds of refugees! We're depending on you! Sorry about your illness. That blows! Literally!
Was mine the friendship so callously ended and replaced by anorexic self-absorbed, mindless models?
Also, with my new job I have had similar Jesus conversations in my head. Such as, "Wow, I never thought Jesus would get suspended for smoking weed."
i understand you're will to live has been sucked out. can you please update me though. i'm really missing you.
Yeah, for reals. Even the best of us deadbeats had to get crappy jobs. But you've enticed us here with Wit and Sarcasm and Snarky banter and soooo.... What's up with the Hiatus??? SAG contract?
Your adoring public awaits!!!
And just so it's relavent to the post;
my neighbor's kid is named "hay-sooce" but we just call him "Chewy" It reminds me of something akin to a Gummy bear Jesus.
I AGREE WITH THE LAST POST. EXCEPT THAT I DON'T HAVE A NEIGHBOR NAMED HAY-SOOCE. YES, I AM YELLING AT YOU!!!!
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