I've started my summer job at TCU.  I like it alot.  I like the campus, I like the director and teachers- I even like the students.  I especially like the mascot which is the Texas horned frog. 

Texas Horned Frog  

Which, it turns out, is not a frog at all.

just relax- it's what Jesus would do

So I'm pretty excited to  be leaving one job and starting another.  Even though former job is 'long term' and new job is temporary- I get the feeling that it will be so much better.
Old job- sort of willy-nilly -New job- (hopefully) organized and orderly.
Old job- embarrassingly low pay- New job- not too bad.
Old job- cubby mail box- New job- OFFICE!  Wowzers!
Old job- students who come sometimes - New job- students who come or get deported.
Old job- same students all day every day- New job- different students each hour

I'm really hoping for the best for the summer.

In other news- I was at Walgreens the other day buying allergy medicine.  I had been carrying around two allergy pills for months, of course the day after I gave them way I needed them.  I was there to buy allergy meds, but I have a strange affinity for drugstores, so I wandered around the aisles checking things out.  I found these "Fiber Select Gummies"  Fiber supplement. I'll try almost anything with extra fiber.  I'm surprised by how many tasty things have extra fiber these days.  It used to be all "Metamucil Powder" and "Digestive Biscuits." Acutally I didn't mind Digestives, they sound worse than they are.  But Fiber Gummies?  How great is that?  I got them of course, and they really aren't bad.  Each gummy (size shape like the candy "Dots") has 8% of an adult's daily fiber needs. 

In other- other news- I was kind of ticked at work today (old work.)  I think people who don't teach don't understand the amount of time that teachers spend preparing for class and grading what the students have produce to give feed back.  I was told I have 30 minutes per day of paid "prep time."  That's not much.  But I generally use it and come in 30 minutes early each morning.  If I don't come in early, I stay late or take time out of my break.  I'm pretty conscientious about it because I don't want to take my books home. 

I don't always reflect the exact times on my 'time card' because it's always approximately the same and I'm not really into the mathematical requirements of calculating how much I make for each minute of the day and adding and subtracting to get an exact number.  I never felt like I was cheating or taking something I shouldn't.  I was just being flexible.  My boss's boss confronted me today about it.  She said I had written down 9:00 but she saw me come in after 9:00 today.  I probably came in between 9:05 and 9:10.  Close enough I thought since my class doesn't start until 9:30 and most of the students don't show up until 9:45. I'll be doing plenty of work at home and at school getting ready for a final I won't even be there to give. I told her I came in at 9:00 most days and she should change the card if she wants to.  (And I thought -Do you have any idea how much 'prep time' I do away from here?  That 30 minutes is such a small amount of money in the long run that I couldn't care less at this point? What do I care?  I've already given my notice.  I'm out in a few days. Nut-ball. ) I'm wondering if I should give a further explanation to her- but I doubt there will be an exit interview.

After a long day . . . badger-badger-badger-badger-badger MUSHROOM-MUSHROOM! 

It's the little things that can make me happy.

I'm going to be in a wedding on Saturday.  It's Pepto-pink and large scale.  I am one of ten- actually I think I'm ten of ten bride's maids assorted by height.  Ten flower girls, three ring bearers (none of whom will be bearing a ring.)  Over 400 have RSVPed and who RSVPs any more? 

It's my boyfriend's sister and she's really sweet and very kind and inclusive (obviously.)  But at this point I'm so tired of wedding talk I could barf.  (FYI 'barf' means snow in Farsi- yes quite full of trivial info.)

I haven't been in a wedding before because all my friends got married while I was overseas.  I was going to be a  bride's maid in a Micky-Mouse wedding at Disney World, but the groom got amnesia and the whole thing got called off.

That sounds totally made up, but is in fact completely true.

THE NEW LLAMA SONG !!!!!

Badgers

A blog is a funny thing- you never know if anyone is reading it or not.  When I haven't posted for such a long time I'm sure that everyone has given up,  I'm surprised by a random comment.

I've been wanting to blog more these past few months.  I've also been desirous of a desk job.  My last desk job was in India- but that was such  downer I never wanted to blog much. I was in the book store the other day and saw the book No Touch Monkey and thought about my next-to-the-break-patio-cubical. I had a picture of the front cover of that book posted to my cabinet with a sign that said, "Language Monkey" under it.  In case you haven't followed the logic I'm saying that if I had a desk job where I was happy I'm convinced that I would blog more than I do now.

That could be completely untrue- I don't know.

I was watching House a few months ago and there was an episode about a girl who blogged everything.  It irritated her husband, who felt that she was airing all their personal business and relying on her "blog fans" to make decisions instead of making them herself.  My thoughts were, "Wow- blog fans."  and Why do people even care?  That amazes me regularly.  Not just about blogs, but nearly any site where people comment on stuff.  I was looking at a book on Amazon.  Someone had taken the time to rate the book very poorly because she didn't like one of the pictures.  She hadn't bought the book, but she didn't like one of the pictures, so she took the time to rate it.  I'm not sure I've ever rated a book I do own, let alone rate a book I don't own.  It's like reality TV but worse.

Anyway about blogging.  So then I was dis-membering- (no that's not right) un-membering myself from an online group I had joined a few years ago.  Before I left the group I checked on some of the members I used to spend time with (yes it was a meet-up group, where you meet people online, then went to meet them in real life.)  One of the members had a blog listed, so I looked at it.  I read a few no-so-interesting posts and wondered if she was really very private or just boring.  (For myself I admit to quite a bit of boringness.)  A few weeks after that I looked at her blog again and found nothing had been added and I felt sort of ripped off.  Like I went to all the trouble to find that blog again and nothing had been added to it?  Pooh.

Then  I wondered if anyone had ever felt that way about my blog.  They didn't look at it for weeks or months and when they looked again- nothing interesting, or just as bad-nothing at all.