This shit is bananas

I was going to update yesterday about my first day at work, but then I got home and could only think about how badly I wanted a cookie. Real bad. So I had three. Then I sugar crashed and got a headache that wouldn’t go away. Three sounds like a lot but they were small, generic (with no trans fats!) oreo cookies. And I took the cream out, so really I only ate the outside cookies. So I guess I actually ate six cookies. Gah!So yesterday was interesting. My student is mellow and totally able to entertain himself, which gives me a lot of time to do whatever I want. If whatever I want includes being at a middle school. Do you remember middle school? Hopefully not, because it is miserable. Luckily, most of the students are as tall or taller than me, so I blend in. Which is the goal of all middle school students. Less than an hour into it, a kid told me, this is middle school, everyone gets made fun of and bullied.  Alright, awesome.

Just being there makes me feel 13 again. I look like an 8th grader who got held back a couple years since I’m short, young and use a backpack. The only thing setting me apart is my very calm complexion. All the kids check me out like I’m one of them, I have to remind myself that I’m an adult (!!) and they are kids, so just chill the fuck out. There is nothing lamer than letting the tween set make you feel lame. It doesn’t help that I have to sit in those desks with those plastic chairs, which by the way, are a perfect size for me, if horribly uncomfortable. It’s all very awkward. Plus, it always so fucking cold there. It’s foggy and freezing out and and these people have the AC on.

After only two days it has become abundantly clear that this kids mom is a lazy ass who expects me to be able to get all his homework and shit done so she won’t have to deal with it. I kinda got that feeling yesterday and it was totally confirmed this morning when she told me that she didn’t help him with any of his homework or get him any supplies and then told me, but that’s ok! because you can help him with that today. Oh no no no honey, I am not paid enough to be this childs mother. So my next tactical move was to clarify my role as his aide, which is to keep him from beating on other students. So during the day I wrote a list of all the things that he needed to have done and all the supplies he needed to bring to school. I thought it was tactful yet showed a firm stance on my part. I fully expected her to be grateful that I would take the time to make such an exhaustive list for her benefit. But no, she took the list and squawked, he really needs all this? I thought you were going to do his homework with him?! I told her the situation and she said, well he’s not going to have it all by tomorrow. That’s fine horrible excuse for a mother, he’s your kid not mine, I just get paid to hang out with him at school. I told her to have a good day and she drove off, no thank you no nothing.

And it just adds insult to motherfucking irritation that she wants to ‘check in’ with me at the end of the day but when I walk up with her son she doesn’t even turn off the car, let alone get out of it. She simply rolls her window down and expects me to hunch over for the next 5 minutes. Fuck you, asshat. I hope you have supersonic hearing because I am not going to talk over the hum of your beemer or bend over. You might like it in the ass, but I don’t.

Other than that, it’s totally awesome. More tomorrow.

[tags]middle school, work, job, stupid people[/tags]

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What my problem is

First of all I am such a nerd that I feel the need to start things off by saying that I am on L’amour the laptop in a coffeeshop. It’s kinda cool but also a little anti-climactic. I thought someone would be here with my cool club membership card by now, but no. Mostly it’s just the standard way too cool baristas. Because what would a coffeeshop experience be without the guy whose (whos, who’s?) septum is pierced and stretching his earlobes? He was super friendly though, so no hard feelings. I know I said I would do this a long time ago (update from a coffeeshop to be cool) but I’m not exactly here by choice. Our bathroom started disintegrating a couple days ago. I didn’t call the landlord right away because I always hate those phone calls but then I noticed the wall on the other side of the bathroom (our living room wall!) was totally moldy and wet. So I had no choice but to call and for some reason feel guilty for something that is not my fault or my responsibility. Turns out, the woman who lives above us had a leak in her shower and never noticed because it was behind the wall, I wouldn’t check there for leaks either so she’s forgiven. Plus, she is ultra quiet, is almost never home and says hi to me.

So why am I at a coffeeshop? Because it is loud and annoying at my place. They are basically replacing everything in the bathroom except the sink, which I guess only leaves the shower and the toilet. They also have to spray some anti mold business which I want no part of. Oh yeah, and I want to be able to use a bathroom if I need to. The thing I don’t get is why landlords always have to choose the creepiest person possible as the handyman. I think the ad for the job looked something like this, must look like a serial killer, bonus for strong smell of stale cigarettes.

Oh! Guess what? I got my first google and yahoo search hits. Seems someone got here by googling how to give an alcohol enema. Wow. I searched for the same thing and after I got to page 25 I stopped looking. I don’t know how far this person went to find me but jesus they were determined. From what I saw you should’t do it. I think that’s all you need to know, ok searcher? Just don’t do it. And someone also got here by yahooing (just doesn’t flow the same as googling) Sarah Brown The Millionizer. I think they got the idea to do that from here. I just want to make it clear that that quote is from Sarah Brown, look in my blogroll, she’s there. I am not Sarah Brown, The Millionizer. I am not Sarah Brown nor is she The Millionizer. What I wish it said was, Quote from Sarah Brown, submitted by The Millionizer. But when I submitted it I didn’t really foresee a problem. Ok, now that I’ve explained myself.

Last night I had a mini epiphany. Well epiphany may be too strong of a word. Every once in a while something will click and I just have a better understanding of something totally banal in my life. Like last night I was thinking of requirements and what requirements are, please don’t ask me why. And I realized that a requirement is only a requirement if there is a consequence for not following it. Say your job requires you to always wear your name tag but if you’re caught not wearing it and nothing happens it’s more of a request than a requirement. I know, not very impressive but it’s just cool when something that you think you are very familiar with suddenly has another dimension. There is so much more I could say about requirements, social contructs and boundaries but I’ll save it for my community college philosophy class.

I thought of something else I thought was cool but I assured myself I would remember it so I didn’t write it down. I guess we all know how that story ends. Maybe it will come to me tonight. But that’s unlikely since tonight’s pool night.

[tags]landlord, Sarah Brown, UrbanDictionary[/tags]

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Mish mash I was taking a bath

The weekend is almost over and I have so many things to tell you. None of them are very interesting. What’s new? you ask. And I say, ha ha…ha.

Tonight we went to our deep relaxation yoga class where the hardest thing you do is get up. I won’t admit that there may have been some green herby stuff involved right before we left but I won’t deny it either. Even though I had to fight off mutliple fits of laughter I was glad I went. Last Thursday we tried a yoga class where you actually move your body and use your muscles. Now it’s Sunday night and my legs and shoulders are just barely recovered. That class was no joke. During that class someone farted an Almighty Fart. So almighty that to mention it deserves capitalization. I knew that if I looked at TBU all makings of maturity would be lost and I almost forgot to breathe while avoiding eye contact. Yes, farting is still funny. Totally hilarious, make no doubt. After class, TBU said he was trying to get me to look at him. I screamed, WHY? would you want me to look at you. We would’ve both been asked to leave. Ultimately, The Laugher (one who laughs) is the person who winds up being the most embarassed in these situations. The teacher will say something about the human body and yoga facilitating digestion and The Farter will glare at The Laugher smugly and the class will stare at The Laugher like they are evil. It’s a no good situation that’s best avoided.

Last night TBU and I had dinner with his dad, otherwise known as Dr. TBU MBA Sr. and his freakishly thin skinned girlfriend. We met them in their hotel room and she commented on my new tattoo. She feigned acceptance and interest by asking questions in an overly enthusiastic manner. She acted like I saved a baby instead of permanently modified my body. TBU said she acted the same way when he pierced his tongue (thank god he removed it before we met). Usually, they love me but last night they were having none of me and I blame the tattoo. I tried normal conversation and several jokes, they just stared at me. Among my (apparently pathetic) attempts at humor I made a joke about his ex wife that did not go over well. I also called a group of people old and was promptly ignored. I guess they weren’t in the mood for millionizing. The whole time I kept thinking that if we were at a table with my family they would be laughing. Also there would have been a lot more alcohol involved. But if we were at a table with my family it wouldn’t be at a place where our meals cost $40 each. So, yeah.

I haven’t eaten anyting healthy since Friday afternoon and I’m not feeling all that well. After yoga we went to Trader Joe’s and came home with mostly sugary snacks. I’ll have some oat bran and flaxseed meal tomorrow, I promise. While we were there I heard someone leacherously say, heeey guys. I turned around and it was one of TBU’s friends from high school and her cart was full with snacky foods. This is the kind of girl who hugs you when she firsts meets you and hugs you to say hi and hugs you to say bye. It’s just too much for me. I mean really. Last time I saw her she introduced me to her roommate who also hugged me. I guess those kinds travel in packs. Anyhow she told us that she was getting ready for burning man (no caps for you, burners). I’m sorry but c’mON, burning man? I will tell you right now I do not need a ticket or a ride to burning man so don’t even offer. I don’t need to be in the desert for eight days dying of heat stroke I also don’t need to be on hard core drugs. If I am going to hallucinate I want to be in the safety of my own home and not on the set of Mad Max the musical. Unfortunately, burning man is all people have been able to talk about for the past few weeks. We will get some rest during burning man while everyone is burning, aside from the few stragglers who have some sort of sob story as to why they couldn’t make it this year. But in a week, when they get back, it will be all we will hear about for another three weeks. Ahem, Ranty McRantRant aren’t I?

So back to TBU’s friend. At the end of our exchange I thought, I am not going through with all this gratuitous hugging, I had to think quick though because it was just about hugging time. So I tried the no hug slip around. This is where I casually put TBU in hugging range so it is only natural that she hug him first. Just as their hug ends I slowly start walking away and just as it would be my turn, in my most sweetest way possible, I say my goodbye and smile like my life depends on it. By the time she turns to me I’m too far and it would be too awkward to make a move for the hug, so she doesn’t.  I thought it was pretty genius for having thought it up on the spot in the freezer aisle.

Hey, what if there was a store called Traitor Joe’s? I’m not sure what it would sell, I guess all of it’s products would be from Cuba and North Korea. I would have to shop there as a matter of principle.

In an unrelated note, last night I told TBU that he was getting pretty hairy. He said that he saw it more as an opportunity for me than a problem for him. I was as confused as you are now.

**The Millionizer makes it work

[tags]yoga, trader joe’s, burning man[/tags]

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